The haunted lift... A prequil

On the 13th floor
of the old tower block
in the bright middle of the day
Her foot steps patter down the stairs with a thump.

There are many people going in
Many out
In the bright middle of the day

The sound of thumping fades
as she begins to walk slowly
from the old tower block

she went to play
In the peaceful part of town
Swinging through the trees
She couldn't see the lurkers in the shadows

Her parents couldn't find her
she said she was going to the corner store
Not for too long
But she was never seen again

Sometimes from the bright middle of the day
To the dead of the night
people can hear the thump of the stairs where the lift is
Or hear weeping noises from the thirteenth floor

But there is no thirteenth floor
on the ultra modern new tower block.

By Rose