The forest was cold; how many hours spend watching the gray sky? It was hard to tell, it could be minutes it could be hours, always gray and cold
nothing changes on the sky.
Where is my sister? we were on the car, she wanted the game but it was mine, little brat wanted it so bad, but it was mine, why would I give it to her
mon, it is mine…
I was on the car but now I’m here, laying on the ground looking the gray sky, why am I here, where is her?
A branch crack on the distance- a young girl laughs- sister where you going, come back here. The kid runs toward the sound, he runs until he can no
breath any longer, he runs some more, on his back again the sky is so gray, are these the same trees?
-Give her the game, we are not even half way to grandma house and I already have huge headache just listening to you two fight- dad is driving, why
you don’t side with me? Mom always is on the little brad side… why should I give it to her, it’s mine…
A girly giggle again. How many hours spend watching the gray sky?
From where it came? All looks the same… -it sounds again, but nobody is there. The kid walks toward the sound, there is nothing, just a small group
of stones, is she hiding there? -The giggle intensifies- stop it already, screamed the kid as he runs toward the monticule, sure his sister was hiding
behind. When he arrives all he wants is to give a lill knock on his sister head for playing so heavy games to him, gotcha he screams with a little
smile on his face as he jumps to the other side, but the smile fade as her sister was not there, just them hollow and cracked laughing at him.
Where are you mommy, I even settle for sister – without realize the boy though as the dead dolls stood there, with they settle smiles, as they were
mocking him- to his horror the one that still had eyes turn them and look straight at him, her mouth move and them he know the source of the giggle
was not his sister, nor the dolls were truly dead…
Running again, this time without aim, the little boy was without breath again, is this gray sky gonna change? Tired the boy though as he closed his
eyes and fallen asleep without realize. Waking up suddenly he looks the sky, its gray, how many time did I sleep? So hard to say…
Was that building there when I got here? It looked like an old church, perhaps she was there…
The building was ruined on the outside, strangely inside the gray light keep the interior lid enough to see the statue and the stairs, are you up
The statue turned the head and saw the kid as he approached the stair, the kid was not afraid and started to go upstairs, always under the gaze of the
statue. There was something comforting inside the ruins, even as it was as gray as the forest, the cold was not harsh inside.
At the end of the stairs, there is only a long corridor, he can see something at the end, as he approaches he can see a small mirror.
The more he walks something start to feel wrong to him, but what is it? Not more than three steps away he stops and realize what he sees, the mirror
don’t show a reflection of him.
-it’s mine! The little girl grabs the game and they struggle for it, the mon yells then to stop and the father cannot take it anymore, he turns his
head just a second to deal with the kids… only a second it takes… -
The kid sees behind the mirror- was that door always there? a giggle behind him- Sister! - shouts the kid as he runs outside looking for her.
Looking at the gray sky, he wonders how he got there, the forest was cold; how many hours spend watching the gray sky? It was hard to tell, it could
be minutes it could be hours, always gray and cold nothing changes…