Burning

The stairs of the old church creaked while I curiously walked up, but were muffled by the singing above. I could hear voices, all sounding exactly the same, singing. It must have been in a different language, because I couldn't understand a single word. The wooden stairs were very dangerous to walk on, and almost anything over 80 pounds could cause it to come tumbling down. I was a small chile of only 10, but smartest in my class. I was about 65 pounds, but was raised by an absolute genious. Of course, the people singing up there must know how little weight the stairs could carry, right? How else could they get up here? They could live here, but how would they get food and water? There was no bathroom except for the one downstairs. There couldn't have been another staircase, I have seen all of the blueprints when my father, the owner of a construction site, was thinking about destroying this old building.
Suddenly, my thoughts were inturrupted by a giant crash. The step belowme abruptly gave way and my leg flew out from under me. But my other leg quickly reached out behind me on a different step. The singing stopped. And I staredup at the many eyes above me. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I couldn't even tell if they were real human beings. There skin was shriveled up like an old lady, but they couldn't be any older than 30 or 40. A few were even my age. Some of their hair looked like it had been poorly shaved off, along with part of their skin.
I then felt rough hands grasp me and take me to the room above where they had been singing. I tried to make a mad dash out, and it was so easy to get out of his hands, they were, slippery, and wet, and airy I realized. He wasn't even on the group, he was float inches off the ground. I met only one of their eyes, and I was frozen it seemed again.
Then blackness. I woke up still standing, but not on my own. I was tied to a log, I wondered. Then I saw the strange ghostes, holding torches. The dry log was surrounded my leaves and yard waste. I couldn't think, I couldn't die this way. My family doesn't even know where I am. I can't die a virgin.
Then I heard the sound of their singing. I thought it was beautiful earlier, but now, it sounded destrest, a cry, as if they were waiting for someone to save me even though they did this to me.
I felt heat on my toes. It was the most pain I have ever felt. But then I could hardly feel it, until the flames moved up. I was covered in flames, and then water. Buckets of water was dumped on me. I guess the flames hadn't gotten that far, because there were only 3rd degree burns on my legs.
They then ate me alive. Because ghostes get hungry. And I didn't listen tosing thiersong. I am apart of them now. I get so hungry, I must eat like the rest of us.