The music broke the silence; it filled the voided halls and empty classrooms. All the cameras were focused just right, they watched for nothing. But something was there, something lurking and waiting. But the stubbornness was apparent, after a few minutes the figure finally appeared. Straight out of thin air something inhuman. The image was distorted by static, an effect caused by the unnatural being. Wispy black hair was matted to the peeling away skin, two black holes that seemed to have no end stared up at the camera. There was no expression, not that it could give one. The ability to form them was lost with the decay of time.
The song played a harmless melody; no words accompanied the soft beats. There was no chaos in what was being recorded or the music. The entity touched a desk with its boney hand. The calm demeanor was only a mask. What truly existed was horrible, a byproduct of something that happened decades ago. A story that had no place in history books and was purposely meant to be forgotten. What was left behind was simply the soul of a victim, for whatever reason the person had denied its death. Dead physically but walking this world ethereally whenever the trigger was released.
The song ended, but a new one began without pause. The beat was more alive a faster rhythm, the reaction was immediate. The ghost appeared directly in front of the camera as if to study it. The camera lens cracked as the ghost vanished appearing in the hallway outside of the classroom. Several panels showed different angles of the being. This was only a taste of the violence the boiled inside this dead person. Those who were watching this nightmare were still recovering from the terrible event that found it out.
Some merely watched as others was glancing and taking notes down, researchers no doubt. The scope of this project was beyond them. With the agenda uncertain they still had their orders. The ghost stepped uncaringly down the hallway, its footsteps in complete sync to the drum beat. No vocals accompanied this song as well. Lyrics were words with powerful emotions. Emotion is what drove this being, and music controlled the emotions. Whoever this person used to be, was now reduced to shards that only shined when the right music was being played. This was the icing on a long list of atrocities that had been inflicted upon this innocent soul.
"Are you willing to tell us about your death," The voice echoed throughout the complex, it rang out from speakers that had been placed there just like the cameras and all the monitoring equipment. The ghost replied first by sending the nearest speaker flying without wings into one of the cameras effectively reducing that panel to a permanent haze of black and white.
Then by saying "Noooo…" The voice was feminine but hollow, distorted and so very wrong. There was no mistaking it this voice came of from the ghost and everyone in the viewing room looked up, to simply see this ghost was one thing. But to hear it speak made many loosen their jaws. It wasn't just some looped recording but an actual coherent spirit of someone that died. Many of these men had firm beliefs that life after death was in fact just a fictional story. But proof was actually being recorded and now they had audio evidence to supplement the video.
The song ended and this time another song didn't begin. The ghost faded with the music, and in this silence. The men and women stared at the empty hallway shown on camera and couldn't possibly fathom what had just taken place. Everyone traded looks at each other, but spoke no words this wasn't a horror movie, but yet they all recoiled at the thought of her appearing before them now that she was gone. "Play something violent one of the standing men spoke. "and turn up the volume," His order was followed to the letter and after a few more moments of silence a guitar could be heard throughout the school building and steading getting louder. The ghost appeared immediately standing in the middle of the cafeteria, head tilted downwards and its arms hanging loosely at the waist. Everyone was watching the haunting image cause this was the type of music that was played when she tore apart 4 of their men.
The guitar rose in volume followed by the pounding of drums. Static enveloped the monitors and only partially cleared up as the images shook in place. The building came alive as the ghost stood statue like in the middle of the lunchroom. The chaotic nature of the music was reflected in the movement of desks, the swinging of classroom doors and lockers. There was no working electricity running to the building anymore yet the old lights pulsed with an energy driven by the ghost.
Slowly grabbing at its shoulders holding itself as if to shield it from harm the ghost screamed in sync to the opening vocals, without ever having heard the song before. At this moment the ghost threw out its arms and the tables and chairs exploded away from the epicenter slamming violently against the walls. The ghost's rage was terrible and disturbing its scream drowned out the music for several seconds. Then going into a malicious fit the ghost systematically tore apart every piece of equipment placed by the group, until only one speaker and one camera remained.
It was now singing it's own lyrics to the song, the voice was of a girl's as twisted as it was there was beautiful melody. "No idea, cannot grasp, the hell of my past. Suffering in darkness and all alone, the living can never atone. Leave me and my grave, less you join me in this deprave." The music began to fade and once again so did the ghost until all that was left was a silent harmless building that served as a tomb and prison to a ghost with no name.