I walked around a field looking at a house.. It sent chills down my spine. It was the reason I could never sleep, paranormals were always knocking my door, And it was because of that one house. The field house.
I used to stay here as a kid, It was more of a sanitorium and still kind of like and orphanage.. Nothing was right, as a kid.. I'd go outside to play as hungry as I could be.. I remember clearly that we were not well fed, with food or water. Infact most of the times, we went outside when it rained to drink the rain water. I was a kid with a huge appetite so even when the rain stopped.. I still won't be satisfied. Every single time. I stop and scream for help for absoluetely no reason. But food wasn't even a problem. The caretakers were vicious, as the sun shown, most of the trainee caretakers would come bully us, forcing us to lick their feet, if the grass was wet, they'd tell us to go on all fours and then sit on our backs, they beat us badly! If we found a watermelon in the gardena and take it to eat. They'd steal it from us then force us to swallow the seeds.. They were demons. BUT the head girl of the dormitory was SATAN! When we are asleep, She'd cut some of anybody's hair off, then tell, Not the caretakers but the TRAINEE'S WE HAD CANCER! We all feared her. If she was hungry she'd take your food then eat it on your mattress then pour the crumbs or leftovers all over it! And it's not like the caretakers even cared, The caretakers were parents too. So they had children of there own, and because of how special and how important they are, we were treated as mules. We were forced to give them piggyback atleast thrice a day, If the rain actually left enough water for us to wash our clothings, They'd throw mud on their own clothes, sneeze and spit on it! Some would even go as far as to sh!t on it! THEN WE'D HAVE TO EXCHANGE OUR CLEAN CLOTHES WITH THEM!
But when we, children had enough of this.. We became monsters, One day I was so hungry.. When we went to bed, I didn't pray to get out of there, I prayed to not die of hunger and when it hit 12am, No joke.. everything and everyone looked and smelt edible! I ate 23 people before it turned 6am and everything looked normal again. Everyone feared me.. Nobody could look at me and because of my mass murder cannibalism spree yesterday, I got worse than someone being executed. I stayed with the trainees for 3 months. My back bone broke. And my ankle was twisted.
But when I got out 76% of the people had disappered. More and more people disappered day by day. I thought there was a secret tunnel but there wasn't.
One night, someone that looked EXACTLY like the founder of the place came up to me and said " M-私の美しい場所、Twは破壊されました。 私はそれをまた作りたい。 私と一緒に来れば、私たちがまたできるということを悟ることができるだろうか○"
Luckily I knew japanese and responded " 私はdie.したくない友好的な死んだ女はいない。死罪はしてください" That's when it hit me, This woman was actually dead. It was not a prank. I whimpered as she took me down a dark path and pushed me out. I fainted due to the excessive fear, When I woke up I was in a clinic, With a paper beside saying "Ghost girl claimed from ghost house!" With a picture of me flying. I had just realized.. All that torture was what I wanted to be put through. The field house is still something I can see but in reality. It was never meant to be.
