A young girl walking alone at night hears a melancholy song and sees a frightening apparition of another girl begging for help. The next day, she returns to the location to investigate. She follows the apparition to an abandoned house where she discovers the bloody remains of torture and murder. The spirit of the murdered girl thanks the young woman for finding her remains and releasing her spirit, allowing her to finally rest in peace.

2. On a full moon night... A young girl
was walking alone through a dark
avenue. As soon as she approached
the end of the street, she heard a
melancholic song... The pitched
voiced seemed to be crying. Thus, the
girl stopped and turned around
searching the voice’s owner... But , it
was in vain. In the meantime, the
voice kept silent... So, she kept on
walking. Suddenly, the song
restarted, but now it was louder than
the last time and much more
disturbing. The girl was feeling
scared and - guided by instinct – she
started to run. However, after she
could escape, a frightening girl’s
spectrumappeared in front of her.

3. She got paralyzed and trembled
when the spectrum said, whining:
“Help me!” and disappeared in the
fog.
The next day, coming back from
work, exhausted, because she
couldn’t stop thinking about that girl
of the Third Avenue. So, she decided
to go though the same way motivated
to talk again to the girl. Minutes
later, she came to the Avenue. She
took a deep breath and walked to the
place where she heard the song. Soon
later, the music sounded loud... The
courageous girl walked a bit... and...
there was she, the eerie girl.

4. “You asked for my help, didn’t
you?” I inquired her... “how can I
help you?”. The spectrumsaid
nothing, it just walked toward an
old house on the other side of the
street. The girl followed her, as she
walked, she paid attention to
details of the house: the careless
backyard, deadwoods, stairs falling
to pieces and broken windows. It
was like a horror story’s house. She
stopped, suddenly, when she saw
the spectrum go through the wall,
next to the door. A little confused,
she forced the door knob... And the
door opened, making a creaking
noise...

5. i
She took two steps inside the
house and saw the spectrumwaiting
for her in front of the door, across
the room. She walked quickly
towards her, which was crossing the
hall... Then, she opened the door
and found herself in front of a sister
hall. The spectrumcontinued
moving away with the audacious girl
in its pursuit. She didn’t notice the
spectrumhad stopped, so she
passed across the spectrumand it
made a chill that went down her
spine. As she looked back, she saw
the spectrumfelt unconfortable
about this and she quickly
apologized. She kept going back and
forward, staring at the door and
feeling scared for herself.

6. It had hand marks and bloody
traces that were pouring to the
ground. The spectrumstared
behind and, hesitant, raised the
trembling hand towards the door
and pushed it slowly.
That room seemed a grim
operation room: there were
scalpels, scissors, needles and an
old litter, but the most disturbing
thing was the fact that they were all
stained with dried blood. The
spectrumsearched and saw her
standing in front of a picture. It was
a beautiful girl, her eyes were gray,
her hair was black like the night,
she had a pale skin and a doll face.
The girl saw the similarity with the
spectrumthat now was crying blood
tears.

7. The spectrum little girl looked at
her with sadness and pointed to the
closet across the room. She forced a
bit the door before she opened it
and could look inside, but she
couldn’t hold the scream. For her
astonishment, a more mounful
version than the girl of the picture
and a more realistic version than
that of the spectrumwas there. She
quickly took the cell phone and
called the police.
She then noticed that the
spectrumwas by her side, looking at
her, but this time... She was similing
and said: “Thank you. I passed all
my life in this house, my father was
a magnificent doctor, but after my
mother’s death... He had gone
mad... And... Here, what was his
office... Became a torture
chamber...

8. The day that I threatened to
report him, he was furious and
killed me. When he noticed what he
had done, he went away. Until this
time, I have been here... Waiting for
someone to release me from this
world. Thus, thanks for finding me.
And no matter what happens, I’ll
always be seeing you”. And she
disappeared with a smile. With
tears in her eyes, the woman looked
at the girl in the closet for a while...
It seemed that the pretty girl was
just sleeping and having good
dreams about the time when she
was happy.

10. THE END
Author: Thaina Cruz
Editorial Supervisor: Teacher: Gerson A. Moura
Illustrator: suzol
Publisher: www.storybird.com
Date: II Semester - Summer 2014
A project from ‘Cilc’s Writing Club’: “Café Literário”
CILC: Centro Interescolar de Línguas de Ceilândia