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Startled awake, gasping for air, while recovering from a nightmare. It's the same nightmare that has been repeated for weeks. Every night, unable to do anything more to do the same damn scene unfold before your eyes.
There are children running on a playground, and in the distance, a child begins to climb the railings. Suddenly, that sickening feeling that something will happen invades your body. You try to scream to warn the girl, but all that escapes his throat is air. You realize that it is too late. You close your eyes as the girl falls, a nasty gaping crack across the head. You look helplessly at his lifeless body, along with the other children laughing just minutes ago.
That's when you wake up in a cold sweat, realizing it was the same nightmare. You did not used to it and probably never will.
Even in a sleepy stupor, to view the digital numbers of bright green with you. It is now 1:30 in the morning, like last time. At this point, you've lost all hope of sleep, and low to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Remember that you must work in the morning, since a week ago, started to help demolish an old school that has not been used since the 60s. Rarely is when the nightmare began.
"Great," you say between sips, "How am I going to work with just four hours of sleep?"
Later that morning, you arrive at school. The scuffs are noted throughout the building, such as rusty pipes, plants growing walls, chipped paint, and thin sheet of dust that covers the entire surface area.
"What the hell happened to this place?" You say when you walk through the front doors.
"How much work do not?" Says Mike standing on top of a ladder. He seems to be knocking down part of the roof. Echoes of drills and nail guns sound throughout the building, with the occasional buzzing of a power saw.
"So, uh, what do I have to do today?" - You ask.
"Well," Mike says, "Today we have much work, you can start by removing the floor boards in the gym. After that, we will need your help in dismantling the blackboards in the classrooms. "
You nod, and with that, hands you a hammer and a crowbar. Upon entering the gym, the sound of the door opening and slamming echoes in the walls. It is silent. From here, all the noise of power tools are not heard. It's a big school and you find yourself in a place quite far from the building. You decide to start in a corner. Tomas your tools and begin the difficult task of rip and pry each table.
As you progress, you notice something strange. You feel as if you were seen, as if someone's eyes were piercing the skin. In an attempt to avoid the uncomfortable feeling, you scream:
"Yes, Mike?"
No answer. Of course, you know that there will be an answer, but you were hoping it would have a reason for your fear. Quickly you try to forget it and continue your work.
Since you started working there has not been any strange or misplaced event. Arrive at the conclusion that it is only the silence that makes you feel uncomfortable, so take out your cell phone and put on some music. But then you go back to feeling that someone is watching you. Even your music does not help either. A strange sound begins to mix with the singer's voice.
You hurry and remove a headset from your ear to see if someone is trying to call you or something. You realize that the background noise was a laugh, and definitely not coming from headphones.
"Hello?" You say as you keep the headphones in the pocket, "Who's there?"
The laughter quickly fades, as if a group of laughing children ran behind the building.
"There are kids here?" You ask yourself. You end up removing a wooden board that was about to break and place it on the floor.
"Hey there? Mike? "Flames again. Leaving the gym, you find yourself near what looks like a cafeteria. This was definitely not when Mike took you to the gym, but go your way. First, you come to the cafe to see if children are hiding there, but the only thing there is a long hallway with tables thrown around. Again, you hear laughter coming from the bottom.
You start walking towards laughter, but as you approach, it vanishes. Around the corner, you realize that you've reached a dead end, with a door at the end. The door is blue, combined with some floor tiles. You approach it and you move the knob, only to discover it closed.
"What the hell? Where are they going? "You wonder as you try to look at something through the space between the door and wall. A hand touches your shoulder, making you jump. You turn around and you see Mike with a questioning look on her face.
"Holy shit, man, you scared me." You say.
"Yes, I could feel it," Mike says, "What are you doing here? Did you finish the gym? Because we need ... "
"No, I'm not finished." Say interrupting. "Hey, uh, someone brought their children here, or something? "
"Not that I know, but you must stop the ground soon, we need a little help with the electrical equipment."
You nod and head to the gym while you unravel your headphones. Only two minutes after he started working, tracks those damn kids again. This time, it seems as if they were making fun of you. Think will become escape and laughter will stop, if you decide to continue with what you were doing and ignore it. But do not leave, even, you could ensure that grows stronger and more irritating.
"What?" The kids scream, but are still laughing. This time, throw your hammer to the wall, because at this point, I do not feel like playing. You run to the noise, hoping to catch them. With each step you take, lockers covered hallway shudder and shake. Your footsteps echo down the stairs. Do not care about your work in the gym, or building or anything. Just find them and get rid of them.
As you run, you realize that school it looks more clean and cheerful. The paint is not chipped or rusty fence ...
"I thought you were destroying, not that he would make a renewal." You say. You keep running, until room. You felt that you'd run in circles, but that theory went as you come to the cafe. You realize that in the dining room, the tables are installed, and floors clean. Bins and tables appear to be covered with crumbs and spilled milk in places. This makes no sense, if two minutes ago the tables were broken, and everything seemed to be covered with dust. You stop and you look around, completely confused, until the laugh you out of his thoughts once more.
Once again running, laughing stops. No, not as a joke while everyone while braking. Along with the laughs, stop your steps as if you tried to fit into the environment.
Suddenly, a small chuckle was heard in the bathroom. You smile, thinking:
"Oh, now I", while walking to the bathroom. Unlike other places, the bathroom was a complete disaster. The hinges of the stables and are terribly rusty faucets, cracked tiles and completely. The only door you kick hard, knocking, hoping to tackle one of those little bastards, but there's nobody there.
"What the hell?" You say aloud. One would swear you heard from this exact area, how can you not have kids laugh? You turn around to the faucet, and turn the knob. Think if you splash your face a few times, you'll recover. Of course, no water. Suddenly, you see something in the corner of the mirror that makes you choke on your own breath.
Sitting in the corner of the room, near the door, a little girl is. His eyes look at yours. Except, she really has no eyes, only white marbles that seem too big for his skull. It's not just your eyes, everything about her it is not normal. His skin was attached to the bone, making them look their joints. Her hair is matted and wearing a white dress torn, stained with dirt and blood. And then you understand everything instantly, like a brick wall to fall on you.
What appear to be the remains of a decomposing body, is really the girl who appears in your nightmares. His lips curved slowly revealing a terrible set of sharp teeth. You scream and go running to the bathroom. At checkout, you realize that the building be returned to normal, dirty and unkempt. Rounding the corner, you find Mike.
"What the hell are you doing?" Says clearly frustrated, "This is the second time you leave your job."
"What the fuck is going on here?" You scream, demanding an answer. Mike throws you a menacing look, and says:
"What are you talking about? Nothing is happening here. Listen, if you're feeling a little sick can go home. "
"No, I'm fine. 'You answer," I promise I'll finish this time. Now, where is the way back to the gym? "
"Go up the stairs and down the hall to the left, you'll see the double doors to arrive. I'll walk "
While the two are going to see your work, a doubt arises in your head.
"Hey," Mike You ask, "Why does this place stay closed? It seems as if everyone had left one day and never returned. "
"Well," Mike begins as the sound of his footsteps echoing around the stairwell, "A young girl, student, died here. Apparently, it was too sad for children to educate and walked always depressed. So, hoping to erase the incident from his mind, they are moved to a different school. "
A shiver runs through your body, from head to toe.
"Exactly how he died?"
Mike did not respond to cross the double doors of the gym.
"She fell from a railing and broke his neck."
Swallow saliva, while Mike leaves the room.
"Hurry up, already had over time," he said before slamming the door
You know I must hurry to go home and not return to that place ever. You turn your music again, and continue the work, almost expecting to hear a laugh, but nothing happened. Even when finished, nothing happened.
On your way home, you start to question yourself and you become convinced that everything was in his head, and had caused the nightmare you became crazy. When thinking about the nightmare and remember what Mike said, the stomach begins to hurt. You had this feeling until I finally decide to go to bed, knowing what was coming next. Do not want to think about the playground, or the girl, not specifically after today. But the image of his face, his ugly face, is attached to you.