Lifeless

Blackness filled the air as I walked the concrete path towards the ancient underground station. I wore a black dress that spread along the floor and an old identification badge that read ‘Rebeka Crosspi’ on top of the dress.

As I plodded along the concrete floor, I came across some stairs that had cracks on them and the rain started falling on them and bounced off my black greasy hair that rested on my shoulder. The air was silent and no sound could be heard for miles apart from the deafening sound of the thunder above my head. I slowly stuck my foot out and placed it on one of the steps. When I got to the bottom, all that lit up the station was just one flickering light. DUD, DUM, DUD, DUM, my heart was thumping as I heard a noise. I thought it was my imagination as no one for many decades had walked the grounds of that ancient underground. The sound got louder and louder. Was I going mad? It sounded like a train. LOUDER, LOUDER, LOUDER and then silence. I suddenly thought of where I was before I was at the station and why I came there. I couldn't have just appeared in the middle of nowhere and got to that station. Where was I? In fact, where was everyone else? Why was no one in this station?

My mind must have gone mad. As I turned around, there was a body with blood on her face. Her skin was as pale as a ghost and her black dress was worn out. As I saw another room, I floated towards it. As I passed through the walls I saw nothing but a pitch black room. WOOSH! BANG! My ears were ringing from that high pitch noise. Panicking, I ran back through the wall and there was a man in the same room as the body. He was kneeling down looking straight into the girl’s eyes. His eyes turned red with anger as he stared into my eyes. He had ghost like skin and I could see through its body. He was a ghost. As I looked down at the body, he shook his head at me as if it was my fault that she was dead. That ghost was creepy. The man had a massive scar on his face so I wanted to open my mouth to ask him where he got it from, but nothing came out. I opened my mouth again and still nothing came out. I tried it many times but nothing came out each time. There was a curse in the air but I did not know whether it was getting to me. He nodded at me. He knew what I was thinking. I was trapped. I was cursed. As I knew that there was no escape, I went back to the body to look at it again. I sat down. He laughed a wicked laugh. Then it came to me that I had an argument with my parents and ran away toward the underground station as I was mad. Then my mind went black. Looking up the man, he stood right above me smiling. He grabbed my hand and gave it a big tug. When we reached the body he threw me on the floor next to the body and pointed at the pocket. I didn’t do anything, so he picked me up and threw me across the room and I flew straight through the wall. I sat up and closed my eyes hoping this would just be a dream but as soon as I opened my eyes, he was there. Eyes roaring with red. I stood up and tried to run but he just grabbed my hand and took me back to the body. Again he pointed at the pocket. Putting my hand into the pocket, there was an ID badge that read ‘Rebeka Crosspi’, she was lifeless...