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March 2006 – Page
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Pretty
Girl Ghoul
by Simon Byrne
I'm a 21-year-old student graduate from England and was browsing the website when chance took me upon account of black-eyed kids. I never thought I'd recount what I'm about to say as it affected me deeply.
About three years ago, I arrived in London. I was a new student on a lovely university that had a beautiful, huge wooded campus. Into my second week everything was going well. I'd made friends and we had begun to have social gatherings in the woods. This usually involved wine, tinned food and campfires. It was pretty good.
One night I was invited out to one, except I had a big essay to finish. I told them I'd catch up with them later as I knew where it was. The accommodation block I was in was pretty empty. It was completely segregated for about 500 metres from the main block. Apparently, a big party was happening. This didn't trouble me as there were huge fluorescent lights everywhere.
I got ready and was just about to open the door when I realized there was a pretty girl on the other side. This wasn't unusual as friends visit friends and I don't mind opening the main door. I was just finding my keys when my mind just went black. It was as if my mind had hit a huge wall of dread. I looked at the girl and the thought struck me that she hadn't said a word. I'm not an unattractive guy, but this girl was looking so intently at me that I found it extremely uncomfortable. It was as if she had a horrible, horrible longing or intent. I've realized that usually when strangers have plans, they don't normally do this.
Something was telling me to get back to my room and lock the door, but my social skills said no. I was about to go and she needed to get in. It's the slowest thing I've done, but I started to turn the key. My eyes flicked to her face and I felt very weirdly nauseous. She had started to smile. I kept saying Jesus over and over in my head. When the door opened, she didn't make an attempt to move. I said, "Well--?" To this day I don't know why, but something told me not to finish the sentence to which I would have said, "...aren't you going to come in?"
She talked. It was very very odd. Her voice was like a person that is very boring, but also horribly intelligent. "Invite me in now." If she had said, "Go on, aren't you going to invite me in?" I would have took it as flirty girl behaviour. My body was seizing up though. All the happiness was draining from me. This had all happened within a minute, but I'd experienced about a year's worth of negative feelings. It was when my eyes looked at her eyes when I realized they were horribly shadowed. I just flicked it off as her being a drug addict or something. My eyes naturally turned downwards.
That's when I realized something was very very inhumanly wrong. Her feet. She had no shoes on or socks. But her feet looked...decayed.They weren't bloody, while they should have been, but they were horribly cut and yellowed. I looked at her and then something happened. I just realized she was evil. I said in a firm but unsteady voice, "Go away. You're not wanted. I believe in God and you shouldn't be here."
She started snarling, and very oddly she appeared to be trying to get in, but something was preventing her, even though the door was shut. It didn't even seem to be me talking. I chanced one last sentence. "You'll never get what you want." I shut the door and heard a horrible pounding. I just kept walking. I heard laughing or something, but while this was all happening my hand had already dialed campus security on my mobile. I broke down. I couldn't even talk. Everything that happened after was a blur. I even had sessions with a councilor, but as I've never had any unnecessary breakdowns in my life she couldn't find anything wrong with me. I was told by a lot of people that I shouldn't talk about it again. There are a lot of things in this world that don't belong. I'll never forget that night though.
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