Jagatud heli

“I’ve been in the dark long enough to know… some things don’t want to be found.” There’s a story in my town… About a little girl who never grew up. They say she died in 1963. Collapsed on a carousel. Buried too quickly. Some people think… she wasn’t dead yet. I used to laugh at that. Until I went there. The fairgrounds were abandoned. Broken rides. A carousel frozen in place. At first… nothing. Just my footsteps. Then— tap… tap… tap. Behind me. I stopped. Turned— Nothing. B