It
was a dark...black empty space with just a little light shinning in
through a small window. The breeze came through icing the soft texture
of the flowered quilt lying on the floor. The only sound was a faint
whimper coming from under the door mounted against the charcoaled wall
stained with red...finger printed paint. "Please stop," a cry heard to
the faintness of ears. "Please stop...it hurts" Tears sobbing in
every word...breathless moans scattered throughout the room. Tears
spilled over her eyelids...fear overtook her heart...she couldn't
handle it anymore. Suddenly...she stopped breathing. "You better not
die on me yet. Wake up! I have never had anyone die on me so quick."
Staring down at her...the dark figure laughed...and laughed as he tossed her body against the floor and turned to look at Monica with empty eyes..."You can't stop me! I'm coming for you."
Before Monica realized what she was doing, she jumped out of bed and grabbed her gun...screaming..."I'm gong to kill you!" as she fired a shot through her closet door. "Oh my God...what am I doing?" falling to the floor as she began to cry. It was a nightmare unlike any she's ever had. But it seemed so real and the little girl....looked familiar. It was 3:00 in the morning as she sat up in her bed staring at her closet. No matter what she did...she was going to have to find that bastard.
Before Monica realized what she was doing, she jumped out of bed and grabbed her gun...screaming..."I'm gong to kill you!" as she fired a shot through her closet door. "Oh my God...what am I doing?" falling to the floor as she began to cry. It was a nightmare unlike any she's ever had. But it seemed so real and the little girl....looked familiar. It was 3:00 in the morning as she sat up in her bed staring at her closet. No matter what she did...she was going to have to find that bastard.
