She was so glad she had put her coat on this morning, even this calm breeze would have blown through her sheer blouse. She wasn’t so glad however of the route she decided to take home. On her left was a tall dark building which seemed to be deserted, the ground floor windows and door were boarded up and the gate surrounding was chained. Even though she knew it couldn’t be, there seemed to be someone watching her. She looked around and saw no one nearby so she kept on walking, she would be back home soon.
As she crossed the road, she couldn’t help but look up at the higher floor windows, the feeling that someone would appear there overwhelmed her and looked away immediately, not wishing to see anything if it were to appear.
She had regretted her choice in footwear as well as her route, her toes were sore and the annoying clink of heels on the path in this silent street were setting her teeth on edge. One of the moments in life when she wished to keep silent and she had heels on. If only she had kept to her usual choice of converse, her passing through this street would have have been just as silent as the street itself, no interruption to this haunting street would have accrued. As she tried as hard as possible to quiet her footsteps, a faint noise caught her attention. Just loud enough to be heard over the noise of her shoes. It was crying. She stopped dead to hear clearer but the sound was gone, she hurried on, it must have just been in my head.
Her heart began to pound when in the corner of her eye she could see someone watching her, but not from the street, it was from inside the gates of the building. She daren’t look, what if the thing she saw was horrendous or maybe it wasn’t anything at all. She forced herself to look, there can’t be anyone in there. Her vision moved around to the buildings gate she saw that of course there was nothing there, her eyes must have played tricks.
How long was this building? It felt like she had been walking for ages and still hadn’t made it to the end. She should have gone the other way, she would have been home by now. As she kept on clicking down the street she saw that the building was ending and a small garden was coming up, still behind the gate. It made it even clearer that the building was deserted, the grass was overgrown and there was rubbish that had been either thrown in by people or by the wind. A sudden chill moved over her, the breeze had not blown but something in her felt wrong and once again she could feel someone watching her.
She once again couldn’t help but gaze at the large windows, these ones at the front of the building were huge and beautiful. As she panned across the windows, she realized she had stopped and saw the one thing she wished she hadn’t. A dark figure standing at the window she had been watching intently, it seemed be an elderly woman by the shape but that was the only detail to be seen. She couldn’t move, her feet were stuck were she stood, her eyes couldn’t tear away from the figure. Was this person or a ghost? or did she live in this place? Just when she thought it was over, a faint sound of a car emerged from the end of the street she was headed in the first place, this meant she was close to the end.
Why couldn’t she move? Was it fear? or was this figure simply not allowing her to move? Her eyes began to sting and it became apparent that she hadn’t blinked for some time. Almost as suddenly as the figure appeared, it disappeared. She blinked several times, water running out of her eyes with relief. As she looked away from the window, she started off for the street end, it must be close. Her heels were making a much louder sound now and her skirt was beginning to ride up her thighs but she didn’t care, she wanted to get off this street and never come back.
Through the noise of her heels, she once again heard a faint crying sound, and a yell of dire pain. Even though she knew she shouldn’t, she stopped again. As she began to turn around, her brain told her no, just to keep going, to get home safely, to not look back, especially after what she had just seen. But alas her curiosity got the better of her, as she spun around.
As she crossed the road, she couldn’t help but look up at the higher floor windows, the feeling that someone would appear there overwhelmed her and looked away immediately, not wishing to see anything if it were to appear.
She had regretted her choice in footwear as well as her route, her toes were sore and the annoying clink of heels on the path in this silent street were setting her teeth on edge. One of the moments in life when she wished to keep silent and she had heels on. If only she had kept to her usual choice of converse, her passing through this street would have have been just as silent as the street itself, no interruption to this haunting street would have accrued. As she tried as hard as possible to quiet her footsteps, a faint noise caught her attention. Just loud enough to be heard over the noise of her shoes. It was crying. She stopped dead to hear clearer but the sound was gone, she hurried on, it must have just been in my head.
Her heart began to pound when in the corner of her eye she could see someone watching her, but not from the street, it was from inside the gates of the building. She daren’t look, what if the thing she saw was horrendous or maybe it wasn’t anything at all. She forced herself to look, there can’t be anyone in there. Her vision moved around to the buildings gate she saw that of course there was nothing there, her eyes must have played tricks.
How long was this building? It felt like she had been walking for ages and still hadn’t made it to the end. She should have gone the other way, she would have been home by now. As she kept on clicking down the street she saw that the building was ending and a small garden was coming up, still behind the gate. It made it even clearer that the building was deserted, the grass was overgrown and there was rubbish that had been either thrown in by people or by the wind. A sudden chill moved over her, the breeze had not blown but something in her felt wrong and once again she could feel someone watching her.
She once again couldn’t help but gaze at the large windows, these ones at the front of the building were huge and beautiful. As she panned across the windows, she realized she had stopped and saw the one thing she wished she hadn’t. A dark figure standing at the window she had been watching intently, it seemed be an elderly woman by the shape but that was the only detail to be seen. She couldn’t move, her feet were stuck were she stood, her eyes couldn’t tear away from the figure. Was this person or a ghost? or did she live in this place? Just when she thought it was over, a faint sound of a car emerged from the end of the street she was headed in the first place, this meant she was close to the end.
Why couldn’t she move? Was it fear? or was this figure simply not allowing her to move? Her eyes began to sting and it became apparent that she hadn’t blinked for some time. Almost as suddenly as the figure appeared, it disappeared. She blinked several times, water running out of her eyes with relief. As she looked away from the window, she started off for the street end, it must be close. Her heels were making a much louder sound now and her skirt was beginning to ride up her thighs but she didn’t care, she wanted to get off this street and never come back.
Through the noise of her heels, she once again heard a faint crying sound, and a yell of dire pain. Even though she knew she shouldn’t, she stopped again. As she began to turn around, her brain told her no, just to keep going, to get home safely, to not look back, especially after what she had just seen. But alas her curiosity got the better of her, as she spun around.
She came face to face with what looked like the figure from the window. This time she could see all the detail of her. She had a very old dress on that looked dirty and tattered. Her hands were bony and gripping onto the shawl around her shoulders, as she looked down she saw a small girl clinging onto the woman’s dress. Her hair was matted and it was all she could see of the small girl other then the dress she wore. It was a once pretty summer dress, which must have had a lot of wear as it had now turned a yellow grey colour.
It was the last place she wanted to look, but she slowly peered up at the old ladies face. What she saw almost made her scream but only a gasp came out, the old lady had no eyes, just black holes where they should have been and her jaw was wonky. It was set too far to the left, but was set just as high as anyone else. This woman had blood and scars across her face and neck. Her hair like the girls was black and matted, and had once been up in a bun.
Without any kind of warning, the old lady grabbed her and sunk her bony fingers into the her eyes. The pain was excruciating but she still couldn’t scream, only whimpers came out. After what felt like eternity the fingers came out of her eyes but there were no eyes left. She could still feel the ghost woman there in front of her. Once again with out warning the old lady struck, this time in her stomach. Her bony hand seemed to go all the way through her and she collapsed to the floor. The small girl gripping onto the woman began to laugh as the final breath of the girl escaped.
It was the last place she wanted to look, but she slowly peered up at the old ladies face. What she saw almost made her scream but only a gasp came out, the old lady had no eyes, just black holes where they should have been and her jaw was wonky. It was set too far to the left, but was set just as high as anyone else. This woman had blood and scars across her face and neck. Her hair like the girls was black and matted, and had once been up in a bun.
Without any kind of warning, the old lady grabbed her and sunk her bony fingers into the her eyes. The pain was excruciating but she still couldn’t scream, only whimpers came out. After what felt like eternity the fingers came out of her eyes but there were no eyes left. She could still feel the ghost woman there in front of her. Once again with out warning the old lady struck, this time in her stomach. Her bony hand seemed to go all the way through her and she collapsed to the floor. The small girl gripping onto the woman began to laugh as the final breath of the girl escaped.
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