Ghost Story Creative Writing Samples

Who am I? What am I? What is my name? All these questions do not matter for me. I am neither a man, nor a monster. I do not live, I survive. How did I get to it? Let me tell you my story and you will understand everything.
My story begins somewhere in the nineteenth century. I woke up tied on the table. A man in a white coat was standing over me. For the first time he was smiling, but in a moment his face became contorted with a terror. I did not understand many things that time, but I felt he was shocked by what he saw, he was shocked by me.
This doctor started speaking to me, at least now I understand, that was a speech. The only thing I remembered from it was his name, Peter. I wanted to answer him, but the only sound I could make was roar. Possibly, Peter got frightened and ran away from the room. I was left tied, absolutely alone with no explanations, being at loss. I hoped my new friend would return and free me, but he did not. I had to escape from the trap on my own. When I did that, I forwarded to the window. On the way to it I have seen another man, who differed from Peter a lot. Furthermore, he was extremely ugly. The skin of this monster was yellow, full of scars and stitches. The parts of the body seemed to be taken from the different people and stitched into one. That was me, watching in the mirror. I was a monster, which contradicted all known rules of physics and biology.
Though I saw the difference between me and Peter, I could not predict the reaction my appearance could cause. People fainted at the sight of me; they were becoming both aggressive and frightened at the same time. Some of them tried to run away, others took weapons and tried to attack me. However I found myself to be much stronger then all of them. Moreover, I have not felt any physical pain, only anger and offence. These abilities, of course, helped me to survive, but why did they keep attacking me? What did I do wrong? These questions did not leave. A bit later, people began hunting me; they wanted to “kill the beast”. That is why I escaped to the forest, where nobody could find me. I decided to study people`s life secretly. I wanted to learn their way of communication, their habits and the traditions of them in order to become similar to these creatures.
I was lucky to find a small house, where the peaceful family lived. The man, named Victor was a teacher. He taught people reading and writing. I was studying too, secretly, of course, to avoid the conflicts with these people. Soon enough I learned how to speak and read. I have also read some books, which I took from their house. Certainly, I returned all of them back after finishing my reading. To thank this family, I tried to help them in the affairs of host. The time, spent with this family was the happiest and the most carefree in my life. However such way of life has ended soon. Victor had to leave the house and his family had to go with him. I did not know what to do. I loved them a lot and I could not imagine my life without them. That was the time when I decided to show myself to these people. I hoped, my new skills, my behavior familiar to them and my speech could help me become a friend of them. Unfortunately, I was wrong. Just at the first glance at me Victor`s wife fainted and he started attacking me with a stick.
That was the time, when I understood, I would never become a part of the society. I had to find my creator and ask him to help me. He was my father and I was sure, he would give me a hand. Though it took several years, but the notes, stolen from his laboratory have helped me to find him. I began watching after Peter to study him better, I wanted to know what kind of a person he was, before meeting with him. I wanted to be sure, he would not harm me. Then the time came and I appeared before him. My creator paled in a moment, but did not shout this time. He asked me what I needed from him. I told him my story, told him, what a hard way I have passed and asked him to help me, to create another monster, which could be my wife or my friend. He denied and I got mad, I did not know, what to do with the anger I felt, when I saw his small brother on his own. I could not control myself and did the thing for which I would never forgive myself. I killed this boy and came to Peter threatening to kill all his relatives. And he agreed to help me. Despite the deliberate delays he has finally finished his work. There was my future wife, lying so close to me, but not alive yet. I was already in the anticipation, when my creator attacked me and made me leave. Peter destroyed his second creature. That was the day when I swore to revenge. I wanted him suffer as much as I did, feel the same pain. That is why I decided not to kill him, but to do that only with his relatives. I have suffocated his future wife; I have murdered his father and his best friends. Peter knew, it was me, but could not find me. Now, when all of his relatives were dead, I had to finish my revenge. I came to my creator and murdered him. That day I killed two monsters at the same time. They were the doctor who betrayed its creature and the beast inside of me.
Now I am living alone in the mountains. I do not have any friends and the only thing I dream of is the change of the society. I know, sometimes people will stop judging by appearance and will begin to appreciate the intrinsic qualities.