Post #489067 by Cammo on Mon, Oct 19, 2009 6:07 PM

Angie's Ghost Story Part 11

I kept staring up there, because the whole wall was different. It wasn’t dirty. It had been painted white in a big line above my head, and that wasn’t there the first time either. Cindy stepped in, and I noticed that the floor wasn’t dirty, it didn’t have big greasy pools anywhere, it had been cleaned up and varnished. Then Cindy flicked a light switch and the lights came on. The whole place looked clean and sort of modern.

“But it was right up there!” I blurted out, “See? Right where that mark is!”

“I told you there was no gaslights, you probably saw that light and thought it was a flame or something.” Cindy looked and pointed at the electric light that was in the corner, it was one of those lights with a steel cage around it like they have on submarines.

“That wasn’t what I saw! I was staring right at it, it wasn’t like that, somebody must have taken it down!”

I was really mad for a second - I thought Cindy had arranged all this because they had been renovating and I didn’t know about it. But the floor wasn’t too shiny when I looked again, it hadn’t been varnished in the last week, it was scuffed up.

I just stood there, shaking my head. “But. But this is impossible.”

Cindy walked around the corner. “Hurry it up,” she said, “you loser, go say it and let’s get out of here.” I followed her, there was the long line of cells but again everything looked clean and perfect. I felt better now anyway, it didn’t feel so grimy at all, so I walked down towards the end while Cindy leaned against the wall, waiting.

About halfway down there was a sound.

I could hear where it was coming from, a jail cell just ahead of me. Something moved to the right, darted into the cell. Maybe a rat, but not a rat because the floor had creaked a bit with weight, something heavy moving. I slowed down, then decided that it couldn’t be something scary, it didn’t sound like a person, so I walked past the cell, not wanting to look inside, and saw something moving in there again out of the corner of my eye, it seemed to pull around the cell across the floor. It was gone before I could see it clearly. Then I forced myself to look hard, stopping and standing there right in front of the cell - and it was totally empty. There was a single steel bed frame that hardly even fit, and white painted walls. I looked under the bed.

Nope. That was it. Empty. Not even a mouse. Nothing could have moved in there.