Empty

The house was empty. It had been full for months: full of girls. There had never been any quiet. Mr. Gordo could always hear girls moving around, but for a little while the house was quiet. Then everything changed.

It started with a distant rumble. The noise grew louder, swelling, crashing. A noise like none he had ever heard before. Then he was falling. The house was falling. Everything was crashing down. The ceiling fell down on top of him, crushing him. Everything went dark. He lay trapped in the rubble, but he wasn't afraid.

Girl would come for him.