A small building has swallowed several lives.
The lights are on.
Yet it's very quiet.
No shadow is seen on the first floor.
Clouds drift, the moonlight alternates between dim and bright.
Before long, rustling sounds emerge in the dim corridor of the second floor.
And then.
"Sob, sob, sob..."
The intermittent sound of sobbing, a faint figure can be seen sitting against the wall, clutching a crimson nightdress. Due to the broken strap, it couldn't be worn, only barely covering the body, head buried, slender shoulders trembling.
So pitiful.
As if subjected to great torment and injustice.
On the nearby floor.
There's a body lying.
No.
Perhaps not a corpse, maybe just exhausted or sleeping, hence not moving.
"Sob, sob, sob..."
The sobbing continues without pause.
In the dead of night, in a haunted house, with the scene in the background, it's particularly haunting.
Finally.
