She hadn’t been up here in ages. As she negotiated stairs worn down by many feet over the years, she smiled, as memories assaulted her. The heavy door at the top creaked open, the hinges protesting at the strain put on them, and Victoria gasped in delight.
A thick layer of dust lay over everything. It simply added to the ambience of this forgotten place. The recent storms—the very reason why she was here—had left a huge hole in the roof through which sunlight streamed in. Dust motes danced in the rays, and the gentle summer breeze sent the old rocking horse into motion.
Shivers of foreboding, or was it remembrance engulfed Victoria, as the door behind her slammed shut, cutting off her means of escape. Just like the last time she’d been here.
Over the roaring in her ears, she heard it. The giggle of long lost play mates, and the ice cold hand of death.
At least that’s what Mama had called it, when she’d forbidden her to ever come back here. Child Victoria hadn’t listened, and Adult Victoria was even less inclined to believe in ghosts, until she saw her.
“I knew you’d come back.”
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