It was one of those dreary days that start coming around in early November. The sky was covered by a blanket of gray clouds; I couldn't see the sun or a single patch of blue. Nonetheless, it wasn't so dark I couldn't see. There was nobody else out here, and the only thing I could hear was the wind gently blowing.
I was back on the playground area outside where I went to elementary school. There was a large, grassy field just in front of the building where I used to play football or tag. The grass was green was well-trimmed, but had a brownish tint, like it was dying. At the very edge of the playground was a thick forest of tall grass, shrubs, and trees. I looked over to the edge of the field, and slowly began walking. As I neared the edge, I could see something in the tall, uncut grass. I walked over to it to get a closer look. I couldn't tell what it was, but it was covered in a thick, plastic tarp. The tarp was semi-transparent, allowing me to vaguely see what it covered. I bent down and got a closer look.
It was a body.
I couldn't make out the features (nor did I want to), but I could tell it was a female, anywhere from 15-25 years old. She was wearing a simple, featureless, white dress. Her hair was long and black. For reasons I don't quite understand, I tightly wrapped the body in the cloak (careful not to move the body so as to get a glimpse at the face) and drug it across the field, taking it inside the school. Inside the school, I turned to the first door on my right--my fifth grade classroom. Walking into the classroom, I gently laid the body down on the left side of all the desks and took a seat at a nearby desk.
The classroom was full of all of my classmates from elementary school, who were busily chattering amongst themselves. It horrified me that they didn't seem to even notice that I'd just brought in a dead body. I stared intently at the corpse. The tarp had moved a little bit when I set her down so her head and arms were no longer covered. She was face-down, with her long, dark hair covering her face. The skin on her arms was brittle and paper-like, indicating she'd be decomposing for quite some time. I dreaded seeing what her face looked like. I turned around to check on the rest of the class.
The classroom was completely empty. I quickly turned my head back to the body, a feeling of dread rising in my chest. My stomach churned, my chest tightened, my temples began to throb. I looked at that body for what seemed like an eternity, brushing off horrific scenarios my mind presented to me. They were all absurd, I remember thinking, there's no way any of them could or would happen, looking closely at the body, I noticed something.
The head began to sway back and fourth, ever so slowly and gently. Every muscle in my body locked, and my eyes stayed wide open. With the sluggishness of one who'd not moved in years, she placed one palm flat against the ground, and then the other, like somebody who was going to push themselves off the floor after falling. Then she slowly, and with obvious effort, lifted her head.
Her face was horribly sunken and rotted, her skin was a ghastly, yellowish pallor. She had no lips, giving her a perpetual, hideous grin of rotted, brown teeth. A pair of milky white eyes rest deep in the back of her skull, fixated directly upon me. I fell forward onto the floor, all the closer to her. I tried to scream, tried to shout, but no breath entered my lungs and no noise left my mouth. I laid there, wide-eyed and mouth-agape, stuck in a silent scream. My heart felt like it'd been punctured by a million needles. My head felt like it was in a vice grip.
She starred at me. She made no noises, she made no attempt to advance any closer; she simply looked at me. I have no idea if she was sentient. If she was, I have no idea what she wanted. I don't know if I was in danger. I didn't (and still don't) know anything about it.
But I sometimes still see that face when I close my eyes.
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