A good drabble to me often reads like the lovechild of poetry and prose. Your writing in this piece is a perfect example of this. Your atmosphere was beautifully tragic and I can still feel the heavy despair of it, hanging in the air much like a ghost, just gutting. I find it unique in that I haven't read a ghost story in while that made me feel so sad and sorry for a ghost. Usually they are more sweet or scary, but this one was damned to unrelenting horror and misery. It just kills me. Well done.
I really enjoyed reading this, it had an eerie, mysterious feel to it. I was confused during the second paragraph though, when you started talking about the ~monsters, switching subjects that quick with no smooth transition flustered me. And sometimes your descriptions got really heavy, it's overwhelming when you have that 'pretty necklace of words' all bundled together. But other then that, I didn't have a problem. The prose was unique and I do believe that you executed it well. I liked it.
Well done.