Now
I once knew a girl who claimed to visit the arcades, however at times
she would get locked inside those buildings when she was in to late
and the staff had went on home. Her parents didn't seem to care
whether she went missing. So her life was largely doomed from the
start. She would tell me how at times various tap dancing ghost girls
would haunt the facility, and that was part of the reason the staff
would often leave early. So there would be her and these girls that
would hang out. Unfortunately none of the girls seemed to like to
much, at least initially that she would go into their home at night
and try to continue playing those girls.
She
told one night, how she wanted to play this game, that she had heard
was taken off the available game list. The game involved pillories
and guillotines. Heads up, you'll need to avoid sharp pains. Well
eventually she managed to score some pink Teddy bears, she would give
this to her little sister when she returned home. She would always
arrive at home by bedtime, and so her parents never made a comment.
They assumed as long as she got good grades then all was well.
However one night, a particular girl wanted to challenge her.
So
she tried to play this game.
Well
lets put it this way, that's how I know ghosts can kill you. The
blade humanely cut through her neck, and her head gently rolled off
her falling body to the ground as she bled profusely remaining
conscious for the next thirty or so seconds, mouthing words of
something related to "tell me sister I love her."
But
nobody would get the message. I found this out from scoring a job
there once, and shaking my head is dismay watching a security camera.
It wasn't like I didn't feel sorry for her, honestly if you didn't
you were human. But there is something bizarrely amusing about
watching a runaway die so young in a "OMG I want to bleed my
eyes out" sort of way.
Her
parents dropped her severed head in the grave. It was unmarked by
their house, which they say her spirit still roams around looking for
her parents.
So
I thought I'd go visit her.
Maybe
offer a bit of some corn beef.
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