The Ghost Town

Your car brakes down as you are driving through the Mountains and you come to a stop on the side of the road. If you were to get out, your ears would pick up the voice of a little girl lightly calling for help. The voice would be coming from your left from the other side of the street on the other side of the trees. You would go look and when you got past the first set of bushes and trees it would be as black as night. You could feel the ice cold eyes of some one. Who? You just don’t know it doesn’t come to you but you can’t help feeling like you know who it is. You would start to feel sick and you would then black out. When you come too, you would be in a room striped of any form of life but it looks like time has taken its turn in running down the old room. Stuff was broken and laying around. Out side the window it is fogy but you can make out the fact that it’s an old ghost town from the gold rush. You get the feeling that something bad had gone down in this town but you don’t know what. “Are there others?” You would ask yourself and a voice inside you would say “go look!”