The newest wonder of the world.

That’s what all the designers and organisers called it.

A tower block that would soar above the clouds and contain tens of thousands of people.

Everything is self contained. Shops , banks , chemists , doctors , pubs and bars. You’d never have to leave this place.

Which is a good job really.

No one ever comes out.

At least not like their old selves.

It's not a place where you’d want to live.

It's the noises mainly.

The constant banging and ringing.

No one ever seems to answer the phones.

Perhaps no one can find them.

The lift never works , or ever takes you to where you want to go.

Best not chance it. You’ll never know where you’ll end up and in this place that could be miles away from your flat.

The corridors reek of urine and other malodorous smells. Best not touch the walls. You don’t know what is on them. And you don’t want to find out.

The sinks emit strained strangled gurgles that make your sweat and blood curdle.

The showers cascade capriciously.

Doors and walls slide precariously.

Try not to look out of the windows. This high up it sends your head spinning and reeling.

The whole place is on the edge. It feels like you're constantly leaning and swaying. That's the wind. You feel as though it could tip and fall at any moment.

It's always cold. The heating never works.

The mould loves it. It grows in large patches over most of the ceilings. One day the patches are going to touch and join one another and then we’ll be in trouble.

There’s noises on the floors and footsteps outside, especially the stairs. Like that man who is always coming to get you, always coming to get you, but never quite gets there.

But you know he’s on the stairs.

He’s still there.

All around me I can hear the sobs and shrieks of so many unhappy, frightened people.

There is a lot of fear and sadness up here.

We  anxiously watch the windows shake and rattle. Surely they’ll shatter soon.

I’m sure that I've seen people fall from this building as though thrown out by the building. Or maybe they jumped? Best watch what I say. The walls really do have ears.

This building is alive with sounds of ticking and clicking malevolence. 

You have to be careful where you walk or which doors you go through. They open wide like a cavernous mouth , then close tight. People just appear to fall through gaps which I swear were not there before. And I never see them again.

I’ve not had a decent night’s sleep in ages.

The developers call it, “Babel 2”.

We call it, “Hell”.