The Wraith – Esmé

 

I was born here. It was a home for unwed mothers. My mother died giving birth to me and I was named Esmé after Matron’s favorite cat. No other relatives could be found that could take me in, so I was allowed to stay here. I grew up learning how to care for pregnant women, most of whom had no place to go when they were kicked out by parents or relatives because of “the shame” of their condition.

 

It was a hard life, but one that seemed to suit me. There were many babies that died and almost as many mothers that died. Some mothers left with their babies. Some left in the middle of the night and Matron did her best to find a home for the baby left behind.

 

There was never enough food, clothing or medical supplies. The town did not want the place to exist so close to “decent folk.” There was always talk of shutting it down, but no one wanted to take the responsibility or expense of sending the residents elsewhere.

 

After Matron died, I was in charge entirely. No more women came here for refuge. After the last woman here gave birth, both mother and child died. I was alone. I was told that I could no longer live there and must move.

 

I packed what few personal things I had, not knowing where I was going or what would happen to me. I was taking my bag down the main stairs when I tripped on the worn carpeting at the top and fell headlong. I died instantly. I saw my body on the floor and knew I wouldn’t be going anywhere now.

 

In time, my body was removed and the place was abandoned. No one wanted the place. It fell into disrepair, but it was the only home I’d ever known, so I stayed. I enjoy the peace and quiet. The only thing I fear is fire. If my house burns, I will truly be homeless.