Chapter 2
Marie was dizzy by now her vision blurred by little black and white static dots with a harsh "shhh" in her head. She willed herself to move forward but the blank faced man was slowly shuffling behind her. "Maybe his shuffling is making the shhh sound?" Marie could hardly think. She willed her leg forward. Left right, Left right. The dots faded. He had given up, although she had won this feat, this was a battle she was bound to lose. Marie, still nauseous, started running. She was afraid, cold, and wanted her mom more than ever. She wanted to be home. Marie couldn't think straight but she heard singing. It was a comforting song from a girl with a mellow voice. " Someone's always there, when I'm sleeping he just waits and, he stares. " Marie blinked. She was falling asleep. The mellow toned voice of a little girl was putting her fatigued body to sleep. If she fell asleep now, she was dead but being dead now sounded good to her. Anything but this forest sounded good. She stopped in front of a tree and ripped the note of its rusty nail hook. Ø DEATH IS UPON YOU. HIS LONG BLACK FINGERTIPS WILL REACH DOWN YOUR THIN; MUTILATED THROAT Ø Marie crumpled the paper and threw it on the ground. She didn't really care. Somebody really was watching her though. She felt they're footsteps trail, sounding just like the sound of her filthy boots crunching on the autumn's rusty colored leaves. Suddenly screaming. Screeching. The words barely audible the ending of the song is when it got louder. It was worse than the harsh "shhh" and the black and white dots. It was the sound of the mellow-voiced girl dying a horrible death. "Ready or not, here I come!" "Pretty little girl, what do you see? 5 long black hands reach to thee, ready or not here they come!" This voice was not mellow any longer. It was a nagging voice sung to the tune of the popular childhood rhyme, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. I looked around cautiously. "One from the side," The bush rustled I flicked on my flashlight "One from the top, one in your eye 'till it goes pop!" tormenting laughs came from everywhere the song echoed over and over again. My head started to pound furiously. Suddenly my arm was grabbed. The flashlight dropped "One from the side! Hehehehehe! You're not ready!" I pulled my arm but the grip started to dig through my skin until it was punctured. I let out a scream of pain as the long black rope kept on digging. My arm went limp. The roped pulled mercilessly. I started to feel air being released from the socket of my arm. I already knew my arm was gone from there. The black rope stopped ripping the thin pieces of skin holding on to my arm. Bright blood was spatter everywhere, like the beautiful red color of an apple. Just as she saw the red of her blood her vision faded into a blurry trance. There was too much blood loss. Marie, terrified ripped the hem of her floral shirt off to try to bind her arm together to weaken the blood loss. It wouldn't stop. She was dying and she couldn't help it in any way." One from the top! Watch out!" Marie fell to the ground into the puddle of her own blood. "There's One f-from the top". Marie recited. She covered her head with her left arm that still moved at her will. She waited but nothing happened. "Very good! You're getting better!" The voice had become beyond aggravating. "Shut up! Go away you stupid girl!" Marie barely whispers. She meant it to come out as a bellowing chant but she didn't have the blood or energy. "Help me if y-you're just gonna' stand there and sing to me!" Marie said a little louder. The world was a dark rusty color; all of the voices were now blurred by soft "shhh". Warm streams of tears started to flow sideways down her face, the way she was laying.