Echoes of the Eleventh: Unveiling the Haunting of Blackburn Building
There was a rather big and ugly looking building of commercial style looming in the very center of the business district surrounded by typical office high-rises of aluminum-framed constructions. The power of eleven floors was geographical and these concrete structures clearly towered over the city and the lights of night However it was the earlier named eleventh floor where horrors of murdering and dying occurred.
With regard to hallway, upper floors or the higher level of the building have always been considered spooky since the construction of the building. Several participants recalled that they heard loud and strange noises, saw the spirits of other people, and other died ineXplainable ways. The majority in such societies disregarded these as just myths and superstitious beliefs, but every time someone attempted to seek some reality in all these myths, he never lived to tell the story.
Then you meet Sarah, a very strong ‘woman’ of the new age, a reporter who ventures to solve all mystical events. Lacking prior knowledge about the building’s history of blacks, she developed curiosity about the enigma surrounding the Blackburn Building.
Luckily Sarah had a camera and notebook in her hand that allowed her to go inside the building and spy on the people there as she provided the occupants with a cover story that she was there to write an article about old beautiful buildings. When I got inside the lobby, the lights were on but there appeared to be no people including the air was rather still. Supposing, leaving aside the contemplative discomfort, she had to go up to the eleventh floor and take the aged elevator.
Yet, even if Sarah had managed to escape the suffocating metal box with the aid of a dull sound of the opening doors she realized that the place in front of her was still more from the past than from present and definitely not from future. The corridor went on further; most of the light was that of the ceiling fluorescent lamps and these were only occasionally emitting a faint glow. The scab is peeled off the walls and so is the varnish, the decreteness of the building is evident. There was a Cold wind blew in the corridor and it sounded like the voices which were calling from far away where mere echoes and the steps felt like ringing.
The girl’s breathing became faster and her steps heavier as she advanced along the corridor: the air was heavy and cold; before her there was a light flickering in one of the rooms at the end of the corridor. Of course, images floated noticeably on the walls; slender monochromes danced and formed perversities that seemed to grasp her. With every motion, the setting turned electric and an evil terse prevailed in the vicinity.
Later, getting closer to one of the parts of the corridor, Sarah looked for a door and noticed that it is slightly ajar. In front of me was another door and through the opened crack, I could see only a faint light was coming from inside the room, On the walls of the dark room there were papers with old wallpapers, and there were old chairs and tables which appeared to be dusty as if they had not been touched for years. There was nowhere else to go She put the key in the lock; then after taking a few calming breaths, opened the door and stepped right in, all of her perceptive organs thoroughly alert.
Then a cold and rasping voice filled the entire room and Sarah stiffened where she stood. The temperature had dropped low much to her chagrin the coldness of the air could be seen in the form of fog from her breaths. She was getting desperate as a feeling that someone was pushing her from behind, telling her to run pervaded on her.
But for Sarah, she had to continue with her obsession to have it the real thing. she took as many pictures as she could, focusing the camera on moving spheres of light, and ethereal figures manifesting themselves to her vision. This was a room that seemed to hiss and spew hatred that would suck her dry of her humanity if she stayed longer.
When it seemed to Sarah that she has finally solved a mystery, a woman covered in ice appeared in front of her. A man dressed in black spectral vision, evil stares at her unblinkingly appeared. The air became heavy with hopelessness as the ghost of Sarah regained her understandings that this building leeches on those who have the audacity to seek it and/or learn its secrets at the cost of their lives.
Feeling the rush of excitement Sarah spun around and ran towards the door, she could hear the thump of her heart. The edifice seemed to sit up and grumble, its walls caving in on the girl. Darkness grabbed at her back forcing her to go along with the identities of the gloom dark creatures.
Sarah began to gasp for air and fumbled her way into the elevator and decided to press the ‘G’ icon on the elevator. The doors then closed with much force leaving the two of them alone in the long and seemingly endless hall. When the elevator began to go down, she held the camera tightly, the proof of what she went through now in her hands.
On the ground floor, the girl named Sarah came out into the bright light; she could hardly stand on her feet and was obviously frightened. She shakily went through the pictures; every picture being a testimony of what she has seen. She was very much aware that people would not believe a word she was to say, but she also understood that the truth was in those horrifying photos.
And thus, Sarah wrote an article revealing the truths about the Blackburn Building and how the eleventh floor is jinxed; people should be wary of it. Nevertheless, the fear was not enough to deter the brave and the curious and, thus, the young people who were eager to unravel the mysteries of the unknown would still flock to the building’s halls where restless souls would wait for the new souls to claim.
