Avenge of the Dead

She met not just one but many souls avenging their overthrow and agony. She knew not what her sin was. Haunted as a child, she felt the cold touch and saw incomplete forms of humans. Nights were perturbing and eerie. She writhed to wake up from sleep every morning. Strange talks, whispers and voices were heard. She saw someone, she saw none. A voice, a noise, a soul, an ache was demanding to grasp her. Bizarre faces wrecked her dreams. When she grew up to see things more obviously.