It was almost pitch black inside of the plant. Moonlight was coming in through the windows and filling the place with just enough light so that I could see where to walk. I was surprised to find that I wasn't scared. I started walking up a flight of stairs that was near me.
After about ten steps I was bought to a cat walk. It looked like it had seen better days. The metal was completely rusted over and I could see rat dropping all along the wall. It didn't look like it was falling apart so I took a few steps and stopped. When the cat walk didn't fall I started walking again
I wasn't really controlling where I was going. It was as if my feet were leading me. It was as if they knew where they were going and weren't interested in letting me in on it. I didn't try to stop my feet. I was interested in where they were taking me.
My feet came to a halt when a strange noise filled the air. It was like nails on a chalk board. I put my hands over my ears to try to block out the noise but it just seemed to get louder.
I needed to run.
With my hands still over my ears I took off down the cat walk. The sound faded out as I ran. I reached a flight of stairs that lead down back to the first floor. I ran down them not looking back. I took my hands from my ears and listened.
I could hear laughing in the distance but besides that everything was quiet. It had to be Jimmy or Mark. They most likely sent kids in here and tried to scare them. They told them that story about the murdered kids and then spend the whole night trying to scare them.
"That won't work on me guys!" I yelled. "I'm going to stay here all night!"
The laughter stopped at once and I could someone muttering. Yep! They were just trying to scare me. Well, it wasn't going to work.
I started walking again. I needed to find some place to sleep. I was tired and just wanted to go to sleep. I pushed open a door and found myself in what looked like a basement. After I stood there a second I realized I had been here before.
The first night I slept in my new house I had a nightmare that took place here. This is where I had seen that little girl. Wait…that didn't make sense. I couldn't dream of a place that I had never been to before and then end up there in real life. That wasn't possible. Jimmy said some kids had been killed here. Maybe that girl was one of them.
"Don't be silly Freddie," I told myself. "That isn't possible."
I took a few steps into the room and ran my hands over the pips on the walls. This was a boiler room but it didn't look like it had been used in a while. All the pipes were covered with rust. I walked over to the only wall the wasn't covered in pipes and sat down in front of it.
As my eyes closed I could hear laughing that had to have belonged to Jimmy or Mark.