After the movies end we all go to bed.

I find out Travis and Katie share a room next to me and I sigh. No sleep tonight.

Sitting on my makeshift mattress, I take my computer out of my satchel and read over my email.

Spam, spam, spam, Artemis, spam spam.

I read over Artemis's letter, which consists of one sentence:'Don't talk to the boys.'

I almost laugh at that.

Just before I shut the laptop my email rings with a tone of 'You Got Mail'.

I look at the letter marked 'The House'.

Shrugging I open the letter.

From: UnKnown

Subject: I Warned You

Thalia, I told you to tell no one. Why did you ignore my note? You know now I have to get even.

As soon as I finish reading the last sentence I hear a faint sound of an evil cackle beside my mattress.

I turn to my window to see a stilhout of a small figure.

My eyes adjust to see the figure clearly.

A small figure of a little girl, maybe nine, sits on an embroidered pillow. Her long hair is in high pigtails and she has completely white eyes. Her feet look bare, rough and calloused. Her small hands are put together as if she's praying and she wears a small dress, the fabric rough and torn at the edges.

I freeze, to shocked to move. I almost feel as if I'm in a movie, or a dream.

A dream.

I blink hard and open them to see the girl gone.

Sighing I close my laptop and fall on my back.

Just as my back hits the blankets I feel excruciating pain. I close my eyes and open them as white clouds my vision, only to see almost a projected image in front of me.

A little girl who looks almost like the girl I saw is standing above a pair of stairs. Our stairs.

Just before she turns around a blackness, almost like a shadow, forms a hand and pulls her hair until she fall down the stairs.

Her small back hits the railing as she tumbles down.

Her head hits the wall and cracks open with a sickening creak.

She falls at the bottom of the stairs with a pool of blood soaking her dark hair.

As she fell I seem to of felt her pain.

My head hurts horribly and my whole body aches.

It takes all of my willpower not to scream in pain.

I watch as the girls family gathers around her.

The mother cries in her hands as the father screams into a phone. A boy, maybe her brother, starts screaming for her to wake up.

I watch in horror as the paramedics take the girls lifeless body onto a stretcher and take her away.

The vision stops, as does the pain, but I simply sit their in awe.

Who could be so cruel, so heartless, so evil, to do that to a little girl?

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