I crawl slowly through the space, feeling claustrophobic. The walls touching my shoulders, unable to squint even more to not touch the walls. I crawl slowly, but surely, when I hear Mrs. Smith saying something: "I think Asha is planning something, be sure that she doesn't do anything stupid". I quickly suck in a sigh, to not breathe and start crawling once more. I finally feel the light breeze on my face, I am close.
I start crawling a little faster. Until I hit my head against a hatch, a wooden hatch. I slowly open it, to see where it leads... The outside.
I sat with my legs dangling on the edge. I look after the swing set, and now I just must do the leap... I suck in my breath and make a sigh. Then I jump forward... I caught myself catching at the wooden part that holds up the whole swing. My bag almost falls up, just because of that leap, and right when I jumped the hatch made a loud noise. I quickly poll myself up, but quickly notice that Mrs. Smith is standing there... and looking at me.
I am about to jump over the fence when she says: "Do you really want to do it?". I slightly hesitate and nod my head slowly.
"Then do it, jump", she continues.
I hesitate even more, holding the strap of my bag. But when I looked over the fence, I saw a shadowed figure. He made a gesture telling "come here". I look back over to Mrs. Smith, and she continues once more: "Do you want to leave the place where she died? Isn't that so disrespectful?"
"Who is she?", I ask while hesitating. Please don't mean Hilda, it can't be her, no... It ca-
"Hilda", Mrs. Smith answers me, with a smirk. She raises up one of her hands, like you do when you are about to take someone's hand. She continues: "Come Sweety, don't you want to meet her?"
I slightly nod, but then look at the shadowed figure. It started coming closer and closer to the fence...
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The lost
Short StoryThis is a story about a girl named Asha. Her parents died at the age of 10, she was sent to the orphanage... But this orphanage had something strange. A tradition. "What kind of tradition", You'll soon find out... (TW: This story has brief mentions...