Day 90

The skyscraper was as empty as the few who managed to stay there.
Thirty five stories, six apartments crammed on each floor and  twenty residents in total.
Now it wasn't the price that put people off, it was the location.
If you asked a local where it was they'd say 'in between nowhere and nothing'.
In reality it was on the other side of the old quarry and about fourty miles from civilisation.

The architect was a strange woman.
From somewhere up north,  rarely spoke and generally seen with some heavy book under her arm.
Went by the name of Jessica Gladstone.
She hasn't been seen since her 'masterpiece' was finished.
Nobody's quite sure where she went.
Some say she's still in the building,  others say she fell in the quarry.
Either way no one looked for her.

Well, almost no one.

The local kids made a game of her disappearance.
Called it Jessica Gladgone.
Like hide-and-seek but riskier.
If you were found you had to grab a stone from as far into the quarry as you dared.
Not every child came back.
The game was banned and the quarry was searched.

It's only recently that the children have been found.
When they finally demolished Gladstone's tower.
Seems the empty apartments found new tenants.

The police thought it was a sick joke at first, the corpses didn't seem real.
Each small body had the same injuries - a snapped neck and broken legs.
They also had a lump of coal in their left hand, presumably from the quarry.

Forensics revealed they were indeed the missing children.
But they were also Gladstone.
All of them had her DNA alongside their own.