The Woman in the Blue Gown

The story of the Woman in the Blue Gown was told in a really tiny village, Ashford, which was hidden away in the thick woods of northern Maine. The story was used by mothers and fathers as a warning that their kids were not to wander too far into the woods. It was the story of the Woman in the Blue Gown. The story was so old that no one remembered where it had come from, but people knew it by heart.

She was known as a bride, as one time, she abandoned her the other half of her on their wedding day and thereby, her heart shattered from the betrayal was addressed. In such a lamenting state, beyond help and lost in deep grief, she went through the forest without knowing it and her ex-beautiful bridal-suit fluffing behind her looked like her old broken dreams. She was never seen alive again. No wonder, things were going wrong in the village shortly after her disappearance.

Poaching the possibility of outdistancing the ghostly appearance, inhabitants were always imagining the shape of a woman in a ripped, worn-out blue gown, her face inset with shadowy holes and her mouth rimmed with a quirky smile. The ones who dared go too near to her lair were likewise suspected of disappearing without leaving a trace, their lives, their deaths lost in the forest forever.

Moreover, story-tellers and legends were communicating a voice of popular disbelief, especially so that everyone failed to experience any of that in real life. However, the impression changed Emily's arrival in Ashford.

Emily had been in love with the supernatural since she was a little girl. Since childhood, she had been in love with ghost and urban legend books, and as an adult, she had become an amateur paranormal investigator. She had been to haunted houses, abandoned asylums, and scary graveyards all over the country. The moment she was told about the Woman in the Blue Gown, she was determined to check it out on her own.

Ashford greeted Emily on the cool fall date, ice covering all the leaves. The town was charming, and its unique and distressed buildings with stone-paved streets gave it an old but stylish touch, however, there was a chilling sensation of unrest that hung in the air. The townsfolk were amiable enough, and she could easily make out that they were having a good time, but when she brought up the myth, their expressions got gloomier, and they soon changed the topic. But now it was even more interesting to her how they tried to cover the conversation so quickly.

Emily was so set on finding the truth that she stayed at the only place available - The Woodsman’s Rest, a small, dusty inn. The innkeeper, Mrs. Callahan, a wrinkled old woman, looked at her with concern when she got to know about her plan.

"You shouldn't go into those woods, dear," Mrs. Callahan drooped her blooming voice. "There is an inconceivable void over there that you are not able to see. The legend...it is not only a fiction. "

However, Emily persisted. She had heard several of them before, and they had never prevented her from going. That night she was all set to go into the woods: a camera, an audio recorder, a flashlight, and a small notebook. She had studied the place from old records and heard from the locals and was confident she would locate the place where the Woman in the Blue Gown was last seen.

The next day, before sunrise, she embarked. The forest was filled with dark thick trees and a scare that made the trees look like guards of a silent ancient castle. The air was moist, the smell of wet soil and rotting leaves was in it, and the only sound was the distant shrills of birds and the crackles of her feet on the ground. As she pushed further into the wood, the trees appeared to be surrounding her, their twisted branches almost touching her like a skeleton's hand.

The girl after many hours of walking entered the area of the woods without any living tree. Its middle section consisted of a ruined stone table, which was covered with moss and vines. It was really old, much older than anything she had expected to see. There were symbols that looked almost itsy and carved into the rock. Over the years, their features had softened, and the marks remnants of ancient skulls were blurred.

Her back began to prick, and Emily distantly allowed herself to feel it. Everything was going just as she had wished for this—this was a clear indication of something extra-terrestrial. Emily was taking several photographs of the top, underlining all the important features. While she was at it, she was always sniping a couple of seconds to look around and see if she could detect any suspicion through the thick layer of foliage.

She finished her work just before sunset. As the darkness of the night set in, the trees got very alarmed, and it also got extremely cold. Finally, Emily went back. She therefore was going to leave, but all of a sudden, she heard some leaves moving behind her.

For a moment, there was a blur in her chest. The slow motion, with her virtual reality, she turned around.

She was standing at the side of the field a woman was. Her face was the color of chalk while her hair was twisted and black. She had originally wrapped herself in a melting old sack, but now it was re-clothed with the dark ink. The battered dress had more or less died on her skeletal structure, the dark blue fabric of which had frozen to her waist. Nevertheless, there were no bonds between them, because her eyes were like two dark halls that sucked everything into them.

The Woman in Blue Gown.

Emily started breathing very fast all of a sudden. Never had she thought, let alone believed, in the presence of the story's apparition, she endlessly pursued and made it up to the readers. However, being this close to a ghost made her so terrified that it was beyond description.

The lady reached for her, moving through the air as if she was weightless. Being scared, Emily fell backward, and her stomach fell to the ground. It was moving away, throwing an orange beam of light between the trees. Her bizarre grin grew larger as she walked forward, empty sockets fixated on Emily - the girl too terrified to move.

She wanted to flee, but her legs would not respond at all. It was like the ground itself was holding her down, refusing to release from its grip. It was the woman with silken azure robes, who thrust out a bony hand with fingers made of wires with a pointedly sharp nail.

Piteously, Emily closed her eyes and constantly murmured some words of prayer, greedy with the hope that she was dreaming and could wake herself up. But when she looked again, the ghost was no longer there.

At first, Emily thought that she was out of danger for a moment. She stumbled ahead, in quest of her flashlight, her chest going up and down in short breaths. And then it was heard—a soft, peachy whisper, beaching by her ear.

"Stay with me…"

Then, Emily screamed and whirled around but there was no one in sight. The voice came again behind her.

"Stay with me…"

Came forth a commanding instruction which was delivered in a menacing and tearful manner. Emily could perceive it tangibly wrapping, losing its elasticity. She became conscious that it was pulling her out. She tugged back but her spirit was overwhelmed.

Uncontrollably, she was pulled closer to the altar, her legs were moving mindlessly. The symbols on the stone seemed to be radiating in the half-darkness, shaking with a nauseating frequency. She apprehended, as she weltered in her cold, that something was there, an old, evil power that she was impotent to depart from.

The louder the voice grew as she reached the altar, the more it filled her mind with unbearable noise. Clutching her head in awe of the unrestrained power of The Woman in the Blue Gown, Emily tried to block it out, but in vain. The world around her started to turn, with the trees and the clearing becoming as one in a whirlpool of darkness.

Following the end of her fall but the beginning of her strength-bolstered resurrection, she managed to see her.

Now she was the one standing on the altar, towering over Emily, her face contracted into a repulsive grimace of "a smile." The woman’s empty eyes stared right into Emily’s soul, and finally, she realized the true nature of the horror of the legend for the first time.

Holotramos was not just a ghost, says the Ghost Woman in the Blue Gown—what she actually was, was so dreadful. She was a spirit of hate, a spirit filled to the brim with relentless negativity. She, a creature who had her soul twisted in despair for hundreds of years, was living on the souls of the living beings and astral planers who were thrown into the cyclical sequences of torment.

Emily’s throat was tight, and it seemed that she could not shout. At the same time, the woman bent over her, putting a cold, clawed hand on Emily’s chest. Emily felt a sharp pain as if a part of her was being ripped away from her body.

Then, with a last, heart-tearing scream, all went black.

It was only after she regained consciousness that she realized she was back in the clearing lying on the ground. The altar had vanished, and the forest was silent. She straight up, with her head so painful, and tried to find out what had gone wrong.

However, that was not the case.

She felt the notices to the contrary—cold, empty, as if a portion of her had been wiped out. She retraced her gaze at her hands and found that they were not even brown in color, but almost translucid. As she stood over her way on four feet, Edu shrugged her panic, scanning the entire area to check if the Woman in the Blue Gown would show up at any moment.

The forest around was silent. It was so quiet that no sound could be heard for a while.

Although she wanted to leave, Emily was paralyzed and couldn't move her limb. It was like she was the woman herself frozen in the tooth-in-gum position. The empty space she had traveled on was overwhelming to her, as if some dreadful blow had been struck into her stomach.

The girl was no longer alive. She was captured by the Woman in the Blue Gown, as she had been capturing many others before. She was now one of the myths of the mountain's soul, the dark forest swallowed her forever.

She was unable to make a sound because it was lost in the trees' mouth. She was, in fact, a being that had become a ghost, and now she was banished to live in the forest for all time, just like the Blue Gown's Lady.

With the last rest of her mind's human nature gone, Emily was the next victim of the craziness that had once overtaken the woman.

In the barely noticeable town of Ashford, the story of the Blue Clothed Woman in gotten tongues and thus continued through every generation until this age. At the end, a new story will emerge: the story of the girl who went into the forest and never came back.

The nights during which you will make out the echoes of Emily's and the Woman in the Blue Gown's wailing-by the wind, as it would be the time if you listen very attentively- are eternally disastrous, so that you get the feeling that this is an endless hell for them, as they are waiting for the next incomplete soul to join.

However, remember to avoid these two creatures if they call out to you. For instance, when you go into the woods, you may not be able to find your way out again.