The Ghost

The End

I can't remember anything. I can't... remember anything. Something isn't right. Where is Christine? Where, where is everybody?

I can't see... anything. I can't... I can't see anything.

My teeth are chattering. The floor is cold. It feels like... metal.

"Help!" I tried to yell, my voice hoarse, but all that followed were my echoes.

I slowly tried to get on my knees, instantly greeted by immense pain in my left leg. I groaned loudly as I persisted on getting up. I couldn't see anything, so I had to be careful not to fall and hit anything. I managed to get on my knees, still feeling the pain in my leg, but my legs were struggling to keep me up. No matter where I looked, there was darkness. I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. I felt myself all over my body, searching for clues that I could feel that could tell me about what had happened.

My shirt, had rips all over it, exposing my skin. I couldn't tell what happened to it, but the skin had a rougher texture in those areas. I was wearing thin pants. I couldn't feel any rips on them. I could feel the shoes on my feet, but my body hurt too much to even bend down. I felt my hair, and to my surprise, felt normal.

"Hello!" I yelled again, hoping for a response, only followed by a hoarse echo.