I walked to the door. The wind whistled through the trees, creating an effect. Not really the effect that comes with a care home, but an effect nonetheless.
The door opened easily. The derelict walls tell many stories, those sad stories of misery...
The kitchen looked even less inviting. Bloodied knives hung on the racks, and all other signs of human intervention had been erased; there was a piece of paper on the counter. I slowly walked toward the counter, and read the note:
Shopping List:
· Flour
· Eggs
· Butter
· 2 Pairs of Handcuffs
I read the note and just stood there. Why would a care home for CHILDREN need handcuffs? It couldn't be good...
There was a bang. Something upstairs had fallen off of something. I am the only one here, how the heck is that possible? I decided to investigate.
The stairs seem to have had a squeak, but the layers of dust muffle the sound. The stairs curve to the left, and I can't see what lies above me. The possible scenarios race through my head, each one becoming more and more absurd. One second a box fall on me, the next I get shot by an axe murderer. An axe murderer SHOOTS me, how silly is that?? But the truth is much more frightening.
Amongst all the tinsel and wrapping paper is a scene from nightmares. A child hangs upside down; their head replacing the angel of the Christmas tree, except the child and the tree are five feet apart. This child has been beheaded, and it must have been some time ago, as there are patches on the head where I can see the skull wanting to be seen. The body itself is in a more horrific state. There are gashes from knives, evidently the knives I discovered in the kitchen. The reason the cook purchased two pairs of handcuffs is immediately apparent. The grotesque figure, looking like it was killed several months ago, still eerily turns. I thought this only happened in books of horror, but this is no fiction. This child had been untimely killed for no apparent reason.
Then there is a scream that could be heard up above, as a pale figure runs towards me, rooting me to the spot. It hits the cabinets, not hitting it as I hoped, but passing through without making a sound. It is about now that I realise that it wasn't the child who screamed, but me, terrorised as I saw a decapitated head of a child to my right, and the same boy running at me.
I bolt out of the room. Ghosts don't exist, but this was clearly a ghost, running right through me. He carried on running until he got to the christmas tree. Then, he climbed the air with no support, up to his decapitated head and puts his head in the one on top of the tree. There is an unearthly sound, a harmony of all the dead waking from their slumber. I turn around and saw a hundred floating bodies flying towards the tree that appears to be the centre of paranormal activity in this desolate building. The screams continue and then the body hanging from the ceiling started to detach itself from the cuffs. They start to magically expand, and that would be amazing if it were in any other situation. In the current situation, it barely left a trace in my mind.
Then, as quickly as it came, the screaming bodies dissipated and the room was silenced. For a second, then the body that fell to the floor when the ghosts disappeared started to move to stand up. This is too much. Ghosts i can handle, but zombies are too much. I sprinted down the stairs and out the home.
My car was still where I left it, and I got in and floored it back to my house. There were few cars out, and luckily no police cars around. I got in my house, fumbled with my keys until I forced the right key in the door. When I get to my room, I crumple on to the bed. As I fell onto the bed, I could just make out the outline of a child walking towards my house...
