I was soldier back in World War Two, and I have had a lot of nerve-wracking experiences. My squad and I were in this "deserted" town, standing guard for some reinfocements coming through. This was my first time in that town, and I was soon to be sent home again.
The rest of my squad of three or four were taking a smoke on the other side of the road. In this town, there was a huge building, said to be an insane asylum. My squad was busy talking about something I couldn't hear, so I went into the asylum that was right behind me.
I came into this great big hall. There were holes in the ceiling, and some sunlight made patterns on the floor. I made my second mistake and went down a hallway -- a very long hallway. There were lots of different doors leading into rooms, looking like surgery rooms of some sorts.
At the end of the hallway, there was a door leading to some stairs going downwards. I stood looking at them for a while. I also believed I heard little children crying. I took a few steps toward the staircase, and the crying became clearer and clearer.
When I got down the staircase, I saw that there was a room leading into another, so I kept on walking. I stood my guard right before the entrance to the other room. The children's crying went into only one little girl's cry. I heard some noises from the room beside me, and my blood froze in my veins.
I looked in and a pale lump was visible on the top of what I believe was a bookshelf. I went in, crouched, and moved carefully toward the end of the bookshelf. The solitary girl crying was in this room!
As I came to the end of the bookshelf, this little, pale, naked, bald figure was sitting with its hands over its head. I gasped, and may have startled it, for it suddenly stared directly at me. It started screaming, and I was so shocked that I started firing my weapon!
The thing kept crying as I emptied my clip. Then it was still... and just sat there.
My squad-members heard the bullet storm, and I heard them coming from upstairs. I could hear them say, "What the hell is this place?" and "What the **** was that!?" I looked back toward the bookshelf, but the little girl-creature was gone. Only bloodstains and bulletholes were left.
My squad came in and helped me up. They asked what happened, but I didn't answer. I felt terrible. I saw the fear in the thing's eyes when it saw me, when it screamed. I felt like I killed an innocent, a civillian. I never told anybody of that day.
