Ghost

 

Ghost
https://www.deviantart.com/ryuyujin/art/Ghost-Reloaded-Final-579484812

 

There is something special coming for Halloween weekend. So we are starting a count down to it with revisits of past creepy artwork, all ladies with a dark and/or twisted side to them or story around them or a connection to the comic book world.

Now I do apologize I did not post over the weekend. Had some unexpected things pop up. So, to make up for it, you guys will get three posts today!

So sit back, put on some spooky music, and enjoy the nostalgic and scary visual tales we weave!

I hope to hear a few of your own or your own interpretations of these artworks in the comments!

Today's art is from 2015. This is actually a redraw of an even older piece from 2004 and is part of a set. The other poster features her brother. Annabel (aka Ghost) and Alexander (aka Pain) Merryweather are my sudo Lovecraftian inspired original characters though both have also been used in Marvel and DC inspired tributes and RPs in the past. Their story is slated to eventually be translated into a visual novel in the far off future so I can't spoil to much, but I promised story time so here is a quick little scene for you folks to enjoy!

"I... think I died again...." I muttered out loud as I groaned, consciousness creeping through my veins like a slow poison, cold light stabbing through my hooded eyes into the back of my skull. There was a silhouette in the light though, fuzzy and indistinct but becoming sharper and more defined as I focused on it. It was familiar. I knew this person. Even if names escaped me right now, I knew I knew them and I knew them well.

At the moment she spoke, a quiet, soft voice that sounded as old and weary as the moon who's light surrounded her now in a silvery halo. Gray washed eyes met my violet ones with equal parts curiosity and grim certanty.

"Did you dream this time?"

"No," I answered through my parched lips. "No nightmares. If I wasn't dead, I slept like the dead this time..."

"Oh you were dead all right," She sounds almost cheerful now, younger, closer to her apparent age. "No one seems sure what happens after death... but I guess you have yet another chance to see what happens when death spits you back out."

A bundle of clothes hit me hard in the face as she beamed with childish delight.

"Hurry up and get dressed. There is work to be done."