Hanging Out - The Woman in Red.

Just Hanging Out.

By Hannah Emily Lancaster.

Here I am, hanging thousands of feet up side down off the side of the Empire States building. Drifting in and out of consciousness I can vaguely here car horns and horrific screams of the people below. They can see me.

In a desperate attempt to escape I wriggle hoping to swing myself over the roof top were it was safer to land. However, I soon became aware that the more I struggled the looser the rope became. Dropping one foot my heart raced like galloping horses till, again, I fell into unconsciousness.

Hours later and I'm awake, well, at least I think I am. Silence drifted around my useless body and smoke rippled up in the air. What has happened? The sounds of cars are none existent the screams are no more. Am I dead? Or just the only person left alive in New York?

I'm going to die! It's inevitable. But why tease me like this I don't understand. In frustration I scream!!!!! Which, the empty streets echo back to me over and over mocking my pain.

I'm being watched, a feminine chuckle appears behind me on the roof top, the safe place, before fading out. From the corner of my bloody eyes a red figure floats through the street below the whole time peering at me.

The building begins to shake loosening the rope some more before one of my legs falls free leaving my other trapped. Falling another foot I panic. I can barely catch my breath. Just let me die. Here she is again the women in red pulls out an already bloodied knife and begins to cut through the remaining rope. Very slowly. About to fall, she catches my foot teasing me some more.

I cannot see her face nor would I like a glance of it. Her horrific actions are enough. Lowering my body down the side of the building she throws me. In through the window and onto an office floor where I am soon helped to my feet and asked repeatedly if I'm ok. Was it just a fall? Was there any truth in this at all? I can feel something trickle onto my ankle. Hastily I rolled up my trousers and pulled off my socks to find rope still cutting into my skin.

A women screams for help and all I can do is stare in amazement. Beginning to panic I blurt out what happened to me but in return I get sympathetic eyes. I'm not lying I know I'm not, but they don't believe me. Men pin me to the floor and stab me with a vicious needle in the neck.

Minutes later I awake in a cushioned room and there in the corner was the woman in red.

© 2010 Real Ghost Pictures

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