The
inexistent girl
The whole
building was haunted by young women who once roamed these floors.
This girl
had lived here and would appear every night she was first seen climbing out a window
by a neighbouring building. She than started climbing the twisted gargoyles
which hung down the building, the rain was pelting down onto her, thunder
echoing in her head lightning flashing all around her as she climbed each stone
square getting higher and higher into the misting clouds and then she was gone,
just as if the mist and wind had dragged her into the everlasting storm.
Faraway a siren could be heard wailing into the rain alongside a mystical voice
singing.
This mystifying girl was then seen by a
resident of the flat walking, just walking down corridors crying softly to
herself. She had pure sadness inside
those emerald eyes, the old women tried calling out to her but only to receive
a small smile and a heartbreakingly loud sob covered by the young girls hand
over her mouth, only to turn away round a corner. The old resident was now
truly worried for this girl and turned the corner only to see….
Nothing
There were
no doors only an elevator. The woman was so confused yet scared of what had happened,
through the tear this girl had seemed lovely, kind and surprisingly
heartbroken.
A week later
two boys were walking up the stair to their flat since neither wanted to take
the lift thinking that it would swallow them whole. On their way they met a
young girl with a flowing white dress which reached the ground she was waiting
on the landing, just standing there. Waiting. The boys had heard stories about
a young girl around the building. Both ran to their homes only to look out the
door to her only to find, nothing.
This girl
had been a resident here in this building. Forty years ago.
She had died
in the building, no she had died outside the
building on a window ledge. She had loved music and sang with her friends but
she had got ill one day only to be confined to a bed for weeks on end and she
could her hear friends creating music without her.
She had
climbed out of her window to climb to her friends just to listen on that
fateful stormy night. She was extremely pale with her long black hair a tangled
mess of cobwebs flying around behind her.
Old men and
young children would hear her voice singing forlornly into the wind men and
women would see her gliding outside the windowpanes looking in searching for something.
Eventually she found her friends; they were too engrossed in music to see her
apart from the lead guitarist. He saw and went to the window only to put a hand
onto the window glass she also put her hand on his and mouthed words to him. He
tried to figure out what she as saying only to realise that she wanted to be
let in. He did so only for her to slip and fall she grabbed hold of the ledge
and clung to it her cries were swept away in the crying wind he grabbed her
hand and tried to pull her up but with no avail he pulled and pulled only to find
her hand slipping from his grasp. And then. She fell.
On and on
went his cries till he could call no more.
He could not
bare his pain anymore and tested his insanity to his limit’s. He could feel the
air fall through his fingers and smiling knowing he would see his friend once
again. For 40 year he searched for her and to finally find her on the roof
staring into the sunset her took her hand and both walked off the roof and into
the light which took their remaining souls.
