The Day I Live

Chapter I- I See Them

A/n: I do not speak any other languages fluently, and I definitely do not speak the one(other than English) in this chapter. I used google translate, however, it said that the translation would be horribly inaccurate, so I apologize if it's wrong. Please do correct me if you know what the language is and the proper way to say it.

Kikimora Bronwen Desdemona is the new me. After the day I died I was somehow reborn and I remember everything. This time, however, I was born into a wealthy family, the only problem? They're crazy religious and strict. I don't have anything against religious people, but the people i now call my family are... not nice about it.

Smiling for no reason? Sin. Laughing loudly in public? Sin. Looking at a boy? Sin(though that was just for my teen years luckily). Disrespecting a person in any way, even unintentionally? Sin. Complained when others have it worse? Sin. Refused to eat? Sin. Refused a dance or singing class? Sin. There were many more.

What was the punishment for a sin? I would be drenched in holy water, and have my head dunked under the holy water for 20 seconds. Repeatedly. My mother prayed and prayed that the devil leave my body.

That may have been bad, but the worst sin of all caused the worst punishment. What was this sin, you ask? If I ever "lied" or spoke about seeing the dead I was thrown out of the mansion for a week with nothing. Not even clothes or a blanket. I was fed once in the middle of the week. I used to curl up next to one of the bushes near one of the big oak trees to try to keep warm.

The spirits and nature were my only friends. It was like the trees comforted me when the ghosts couldn't. Right, I forgot to say it. I. See. Ghosts. How horrible it was for me to see ghosts, how sinful!

My parents told me not to tell anyone outside our family, for if I did they would think I'm a witch and burn me alive. So I never did, out of fear. I didn't want to be burned alive.

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I stood up from my place beneath the great oak tree, holding my book in my gloved hand. I let a small smile play on my lips at the sound of birds chirping from the trees. I decided that it'd be fine to go on a little stroll.

And so, I found myself walking deeper and deeper into the woods behind my home. There were no trails or landmarks, so I made a mental note of little details so I knew my way back.

Not long after beginning to walk, I had found something rather interesting. There were cellar doors in the ground. "How peculiar," I muttered to myself. I set my book on the ground and tried to pry open one of the doors.

After a few attempts I'd succeeded. The hinges creaked loudly, scaring any nearby animals away. I looked down into it, seeing some sort of light at the bottom.

Looking around me one more time, I let curiosity get the best of me and I quickly walked down the steps, holding my dress upwards so I didn't trip. I kept my eyes on the cracked stairs before I was at the very bottom. It was a long way down.

I looked around, finding a light. I saw it turning down the hall. I ran after it without a thought. "Wait!" I exclaimed, hearing my own voice and steps echo down the corridors. I turned down the hall and saw a large room filled with the white lights against the walls.

There was no explanations for the lights, no torches or candles. There were three on each wall next to me, making six in total. I walked further into the room, gazing at a tomb(?) at the end. Keeping a close eye on the lights that made me feel watched, I slowly walked over to the stone tomb.