[ WP ] Only old ghosts are white , because of all the dust in the haunted dwelling that is clinging to them .

It had taken her years to muster up the courage to go, but here she was. The wooden house was falling apart, two decades of weathered abuse and time taking its toll. Drawing in a deep breath she turned the bronze doorknob. With a hard shove the door cracked open a sliver, protesting against the forceful intrusion. 
 Pulling herself together, she stepped over the threshold. The interior of the cabin was a ghost of its former self. A fine layer of dust coated everything. In the suns sharp rays, specks of dust danced lazily. For a moment she closed her eyes and remembered what it had looked like two decades ago. The smell of cinnamon cookies and cigar smoke filler her nostrils, and then disappeared as fast as it had came, leaving her with resigned nostalgia. The cabin was lifeless now. Picking up a photograph she gave a small smile. Her voice was quiet, careful not to disturb the silence, `` Hi mommy.'' 
 
 The sepia woman stared back at her with lifeless eyes. With a sigh she put it face down. Mommy had walked out two decades ago from their summerhouse, never to be seen again. Daddy said it was because she had found another man. Turns out mommy was a bitch. But Melissa knew she could n't delay the inevitable. While all the memories in this cabin had turned sour faster than spoilt milk after the betrayal, there were still things in this cabin that were her own. She wanted them back. It was only after a desperate search took her into Daddy's office and prying through his drawers for something entirely unrelated did she stumble upon the key. He had told her the keys to the cabin were lost. He must have forgotten about them. 
 
 Something moved in the corner of her eye and she looked up sharply. Her mouth opened in horror and she jerked back so fast her back smacked into the sofa. Her mother was in the cabin. Except something was wrong. Melissa remembered the cabin stove releasing thick waves of colourless gas. That's what mommy looked like now, staring at Melissa. Except she was entirely white. Mommy's finger moved with slow ease, as if she were underwater. Her finger pointed to the rug. 
 
 Melissa blinked harshly. The people - the demons - were n't real. She shook her head harshly, like a dog trying to shake off fleas. When she opened her eyes Mommy was still there, staring at her, finger extended. `` Under.'' She mouthed, lips moving slowly. 

