A red scarf - Freewrite

I stood outside the entrance to the silo trying to prepare myself to enter it.

These cylinder shaped objects had cropped up all around the world about 15 months ago.

This one looked like a barbershop's pole with it's black and white stripes circling round and round.

Multiple government agencies had attempted to investigate these silos, but every time some plan was about to come to fruition, everyone involved with it either disappeared or simply forgot about the incident.

Nothing was ever ultimately done about the unusual things and no one knew where they came from or why.

I'd been fascinated about them from the beginning though.

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This one stood about 40 feet high and it appeared to have two entrances.........one on the outside going up and one closer to the inside going down.

I had followed the inquisitive red haired girl here from Mooreland's library and book storage center. It was about 4 miles from that decrepit old building. A long journey by rickety old bicycle.

I somehow knew she would end up at this cement monstrosity that looked like it came from some demonic circus.

She seemed the investigative type, like me, and I was hoping against hope that I would get the chance to talk to her. I knew she was way out of my league though.

Now I stood just outside the silo shaking with trepidation as I looked bleakly towards the entrance to that eerie downward spiral staircase.

I had just seen my dream girl run down those creaky steps, wind blowing her red scarf to and fro, her small hands grasping at cloth while she tried to keep it from flying off her head.

A sort of shrieking sound was coming from the inner part of the doorway. Peeking my head gently through, my eyes took a few moments to adjust to the darkness.

Coming into focus now I could make out half of a torn up scarf covered in a blackish pool of blood.

I don't think I'm so interested in investigating this silo anymore.

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