Good moring. Up Before the alarm. Wide awake. Pre Coffee. So strange. Writing prompt begins in 3…2..1
I don’t actually write man ghost stories and this looks like it is shaping up this way. Maybe to be spun into a mystery? Something to think about but there might be an idea to play with there.
Wednesday, February 10th: He wandered the halls calling her name.
He wandered the halls calling her name. They could hear him late at night. Mike thought that he was calling for Sharron and John was sure it was Shelly, but each of them recognized it as a woman’s name.
The first night they stayed in the old hall, they each believed it was one of the others looking for someone. At breakfast that morning Mike politely asked that next time someone went looking for someone they remember people were no sleeping in the hall.
No one admitted to being the culprit, and Mike thought that perhaps he was imagining things. After all, it was a spooky sort of place with less than a quarter of the rooms occupied and it was his first night sleeping in a new place. It was entirely possible that he imagined the sounds and was half convinced he had imagined or even dreamt them when John came down to breakfast with the same complaint.
He had overslept his alarm because of the man calling and was even less polite about advocating against a repeat than Mike had been. Again no one admitted to it being them.
“And no one else heard it?” Mike asked.
“We wouldn’t would we?” Joe said with a shrug. “You two are the only ones currently in that wing.”
They all let the matter slide as they raced off in different directions to start that day, but later that night, Mike and John returned to their secluded wing. John muttered dark comments about people wandering their hallway and the two of them parted to their separate rooms.
Later that night, long all were asleep, Mike was awakened again by the man calling for Sharron. “I know I’m not imagining that,” he said. Mike flung his sheets off hoping to catch whoever was out there and get them to stop.
He stepped out of bed and strode to the door. He tugged it open and saw that down the hall, John had done the same. John stood in his doorway as Mike stood in his. They again heard the man call for Sharron.
“This way I think,” John said pointing to the left.
“Then lets see who it is,” Mike said.
The two of them left their separate spaces and walked down the hallway. They reached the corner and stepped around it, certain that whoever was calling was down that section. There was no one. The hallway was empty and silent.
“I could have sworn it came from this way,” John said.
They again heard the man calling for Sharron. This time however it was clearly in the section of hallway they just left.
“Maybe there is a way to double back?” Mike suggested. Then returned to the direction they came from but again found the hallway empty.
They waited but the voice didn’t come again. “Maybe he found her,” mike suggested.
John snorted. Hopefully he doesn’t go losing her again.”
The two went back to their rooms. The rest of the night remained silent. The following nights each played out the same way. Each night the voice would call and mike and John would leave their beds to catch whoever was out there. At no time did they ever even catch a glimpse. They tried searching together and then they split up, each monitoring a section of hallway. Always the voice was coming from wherever they weren’t. When they split up it seemed to come from the space between them.
Ten til Midnight 