Shorties

Ghost Town

Ghost Town

 

It was night. A small girl was walking in the deserted town. As she inspected her surroundings, she couldn’t detect any other presence than the one of her own being; her footsteps and the howling wind in the dark. Her essence echoed in the empty streets, even the particles under her feet sensing her sinful nature. But they didn’t stop her. Instead they allowed her to walk the open and seemingly desolate avenue, only giving off a faint sound as they crackled beneath the soles of her shoes.

 

She walked.

 

Bodies lay spread over the grey but somewhat crimson asphalt. This didn’t seem to bother the girl as she strolled, chin up and hollow eyes.

 

She started singing.

 

The brittle tones that came from her delicate frame, ringed an eerie tune that resounded between the dark buildings that were towering around her. Suddenly she stopped as the faint sound of metal clanging against the concrete disrupted her singing. She looked down at her small feet. There lay a knife. It was deafening silent as she stared at the blade before her, the wind’s light shudder playing with the ends of her pale hair. She bent down slowly. Her small fingers traced the blade up to its handle. She grabbed it gingerly, straightening herself again with knife in hand. As she looked up to the sky, she let out a loud, piercing screech and bore the blade deep in her stomach. Then she fell to the ground without so much as a whimper.

 

The only thing accompanying the silence was the howling wind of the night. Day came, day passed. Then night emerged once again. Further away from the now limp body of a girl, lay the corpses, witness to the event. One of them started twitching its stale fingers. Slowly, the rigid body raised itself up from the ground. He looked around.

Then he started walking, a sinister melody chiming from his thin lips as he walked the deadly roads of Ghost Town.