Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26246705-20150401123441

'''I recently became security manager at a quaint little site in the English countryside. My company guards 3 head office buildings within the site and control the barriers and footpath entrances. In the middle of this beautiful site is an old cottage that was turned into an office building. It is a listed building so nothing can be done with it, but there it is the unofficial forth building of the site just there, still. One of my tasks as security manager is to give meter readings to the landlord for the electricity and water etc. My little gatehouse where I control the CCTV, hold interviews and set up the staff roster is situated 100 yards from the cottage, next to the main entrance barrier. One of my tasks as security manager is to give meter readings to the landlord for the electricity and water etc and the meters themselves are situated within the cottage. On the first day of the month I grabbed my keys ready to get my first readings. What I found inside is not what I expected. '''

 

'''The building has been abandoned a while so you can no longer see out of the windows due to plant life growing over them and there is a mighty echo to every step I take. Computers and chairs are still left as if someone has just left it to go for a cigarette break. It is very unnerving that even though the walls and floor look abandoned the other items like tables and chairs look untouched. I opened the utility cupboard and started taking the reading when I heard a noise coming from upstairs. I initially ignored it but it continued to get loader and loader until it stopped. And then I heard a faint giggle from outside the door followed by the sound of footsteps running upstairs. I came out of the cupboard and noticed that right next to it was a staircase that had been taped up with a “Do Not Enter” sign. I decided to go up anyway. '''

 

'''When I got upstairs the cottage seemed completely different to downstairs. It was just a long pristine white hallway which felt like it went on forever. It had a load of office doors from 1 – 20 except it was missing number 7. When I got to the end and decided to go back I turned to see a small girl aged around 6 in a white gown just staring at me. It wasn’t an evil stare but more an inquisitive one. I walked up to her and asked her who she was. At that point her face changed to this extremely creepy grin from ear to ear and she run back down the stairs. When I got back to the ground floor there was no sign of her so I excited and headed back to my gatehouse. I then called up my guards who were in the three buildings to ask if anyone had mentioned their daughter being missing but apparently no one had. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw her in the window of the cottage just staring and smiling at me before disappearing. '''

 

'''I decided to do some digging on the building online but no information came up so I decided to see what the groundskeepers whose building was next door knew. They said the building hadn’t been used in 15 years and it was closed just before they finished building the three that are in use now. Without knowing what to do I asked one of my guards to check the building. I lied and said I thought I saw someone questionable hanging around it. After 30 minutes I radioed him for an update but heard nothing but static as a response. I tried a second time but this time the response was a small girl’s giggle. I raced over to the cottage to find my guard dead on the floor. It looked like someone had struck him hard over the back of his head. No little girl I knew could do that. I called the police and when they arrived they assumed the person I had sent the guard to investigate did this. I didn’t tell them about the girl but as I looked up to the window I saw her smiling once again. '''

 

'''I started to feel very paranoid at work that every time my eyes flittered over to the cottage that I would see her. I decided to check the CCTV camera’s history to see if I could find any other evidence of her. The camera only goes back as far as 2009 but I did find something interesting, something the night staff must not pick up on. On random nights you can see the girl skipping through the site at midnight and on some occasions her face will appear randomly on the screen for split seconds. Just when I was feeling thoroughly freaked out I heard the radio and the phrase “Lucky Number 7” came through. At that moment I remembered that the only door number missing on the cottage’s second level was 7. '''

 

'''When I got home that night I saw an email in my inbox saying they knew who the girl was. It explained that she was taken to the cottage after hours just after the new buildings were built and killed. The one who murdered her did it while wearing a football shirt with a number 7 on the back. He was caught never caught but when he gave me the name it was the name of the guard I had sent to the cottage. The email also said that if the guard has already been killed then she should have disappeared by now. '''

 

'''The next morning there was a knock at my door. It was the police. They said they had found my fingerprints on the axe that killed the guard. I was detained in a holding cell for 6 hours. When the police took me to the questioning room they said they found the remains of a small girl and a bloody England shirt printed Beckham 7 in my back garden. I explained about the email from the man but they said they checked my computer and no such email was found on the system. I was sentenced to life imprisonment even though my lawyer tried to plead insanity. They said my story was deliberately made to deceive and not because it was what I believed in my head. '''

 

'''My Mother came to visit today. She told me my wife still refuses to come see me. I don’t blame her. I wouldn’t me either. Mum also told me that my son had made a new friend. She had long black hair, wore a white gown and had a beautiful little giggle. She also said she’s nicknamed my son “Lucky Number 7”. '''  </ac_metadata>