anymore.
There were the dreams and the girl, and they called and lured him. But…
He shook his head.
There was no point in thinking about it.
After all, there was nothing here.
Just an abandoned, rundown house and a brick wall.
Singing.
He paused.
A thin and low voice reached his ear.
He could clearly hear the little girl's voice.
Was he dreaming again?
The longing awoke in him again and he turned back to the wall, went very close and put his ear against the stones.
And he could hear her.
Softly whispering, but distinct and clear.
She called for him.She asked him for help. Asked him to free her.
Then he heard a crack.
A ray of light fell through a hole in the brick wall and suddenly the red stones fell to the ground.
He jumped back.
His heart was pounding and when he looked up he saw the room he had been dreaming of all along.
A chill ran down his spine.
The floorboards groaned under his weight.
To swallow.
After so long, he finally found the room, but the girl wasn't there.
The last rays of sunshine of the day fell bleakly through the filthy windows and shone on the deserted room, and she was not there.
He felt lonely and drained.
Where was she?
Did he have to give up and leave after all?
Slowly he sat down on the moth-eaten cot.
He needed some rest and time to clear himself up, to find out if this was just one of his dreams or if it was real.
But then he heard it again.
The soft voice that sang that strange song that aroused longing in him.
He got up, followed the music, and let it guide him until he stood in front of two large wooden doors that belonged to a large wardrobe.
To swallow.
He felt again how fast his heart was beating, felt how excited he was and the increasing fear of being disappointed. But he had to know, had to know if he would finally find the girl, if he could save her.
His fingertips lightly touched the door and it was like lightning bolted into him.
The two doors swung open and his heart skipped a moment when he saw her.
Her hair was black and only hung in strands from her skull. Her body was just a skeleton, clad in old, torn clothes and flesh that hung from the bone in rotted tatters. A putrid, nauseating smell rose up from the closet and made him sick.
He wanted to turn away, wanted to look away, but he couldn't. He had to see her, had to see what had happened to her.
Images rolled over him. Pictures of the past.
He saw the girl singing softly to herself in her room, a cuddly toy in her arms, sitting on the old bed. He saw how the girl's parents suddenly came into her room and yelled at her. Saw the girl cry and get beaten. Saw anger and hatred ... and fear.
He saw that the girl was scared when the man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to the closet. He saw the man put the noose around the girl's neck and pull on it. He saw her cry and plead. Saw the girl begging for forgiveness with her last breath, but it didn't help.
It didn't help and there was nothing he could do about it.
He screamed and raged, tried to stop the man, but he could not be heard. He tried to pull him away from the girl, but he only reached through him.There was nothing he could do, nothing to do to save the girl.
Silence.
Darkness fell over the room.
The sun was almost gone and only a few rays found their way into the room.
The little girl hung in front of him in the closet.
Her half-decayed fingers still held the cuddly toy.
Sob.
Tears ran down his cheeks again.
He couldn't go on anymore.
Slowly he turned away.
He wanted to go home, wanted to forget all that, and hoped that he would never dream of this girl or the house again. He half damned the house and the girl.
Why he of all people?
He wanted to help and not have to watch someone die.
Giggle.
He paused.
Had he just heard the girl laugh?
But that couldn't be.
Fear seized his body and he had the feeling that he could no longer move.
He was shaking and it felt like every fiber of his body was numb, like he was no longer in control of himself.
Slender, bony fingers suddenly clutched his upper arm and he felt them pulling him.
More and more to the closet.
He tried to fight back, tried to fight it, but he couldn't.
But he couldn't.
He was pulled, stronger and stronger, more and more towards the closet.
And the foul smell grew stronger, the darkness increased.
He heard her laugh and cry, heard her yell at him and lure him over.
She wanted him. Wanted him to stay with her, wanted him to share her fate with her.
The darkness increased.
Her giggles and laughter got louder.
And then, then everything became….

~ The End? ~
Story board: (c) Josephine Grzechnik
Singing: (c) Josephine Grzechnik
Melody: (c) Misa's song from Death Note
Pictures: (c) Ismail Kücikhan
Correction: (c) Andre Götte

Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch? v = haSFGiYqee4