The Girl in Grey
I am a 22-year old girl from Bilbao, Spain and I need help because I am absolutely terrified.
Ever since I was 15 or 16, I have been having a recurring nightmare. Every month, I have the same horrible dream again and again.
In the nightmare, I find myself alone in an abandoned building. I am standing in a dimly-lit hallway when, all of a sudden, I hear very distant sounds. Thud! Thud! Thud! The violent blows echo throughout the building. Then, the noises begin to come closer, creeping towards me, down the long and gloomy corridor.
That’s when the terror grips me and I turn and start running back down the hallway, searching desperately for a place to hide. I run until I reach a door at the end of the hallway and there is nowhere else to go. I open the door and find an unfinished bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I crouch in the corner and listen to the sound of the violent blows drawing ever closer. Thud! Thud! Thud!
Finally the noises reach the bathroom and heavy blows reign down on the bathroom door where I am hiding. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!. The door trembles with every blow and I bury my head between my legs, hoping it will end. The sound of the blows becomes louder and stronger.
Just when the door seems as if it is about to give in, I wake up in my own bed, shaking and sweating.
Sometimes, out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of a girl. I have seen her when I was in class at school, walking down the street or I was just hanging out with friends. As soon as I notice her, she seems to disappear into thin air.
She seems to be a girl around my age and she is always dressed in grey. Whenever I spotted her, I only caught a brief glimpse, but afterwards, I could not stop shaking.
There were some black and white photos of the crime scene. The photos were taken in the family’s living room. It was completely destroyed. The table lay in pieces, the curtains were torn, the mirror was broken, the carpet was covered in splinters and pieces of shattered glass and there were pools of blood all over the floor.
It was the girl in grey.
I was sure it was the same girl I had caught fleeting glimpses of out of the corner of my eye. Although I had only seen her from afar, I was sure it was her.
That night, I was terrified of going to sleep. I was afraid of what I might dream. I tried desperately to stay awake, drinking endless cups of coffee and glasses of cola, but it was no use. Eventually, I fell asleep and had the nightmare again.
She stood there before me, staring at me with a sinister smile on her face. In one hand, she held a bloody iron bar. I was paralyzed by fear and couldn’t move. At that moment I realized I was completely naked.
Since then, I have not seen the girl in grey.