Before long, a special place came to her mind…..the basement. Angela opened her eyes. "The basement!…..The basement! Why didn't I think of that before?" She looked at her leg. One third of her shirt was red. She was still dizzy plus she was losing blood. She needed to seek medical assistance soon. With the strength Angela did have, she used that to exit her room and walk back downstairs to the basement. When Angela made it to the basement door, she opened it and it was pitch black. She reached to the right to flick on the light. The light was so dim that it only lit up to see the first few steps. Angela slowly followed the steps. As she got deeper into the basement, it got colder and darker. Angela didn't have on her shirt and was barefoot, so she was cold. She began to shiver. She hung on to the rails going down there. When Angela made it to the bottom of the steps, she remembered having a flashlight on an old, dusty table. The flashlight was in good shape so it was bright. She felt for it and clicked it on and started looking around. The basement was cold, dusty and smelly. "Melissa!…..where are you?" She turned around shining the light in the opposite direction. "Melissa are you down here? Please speak to me! Mommy's here! And don't worry about Tiffany, she's dead!" Angela looked around with the flashlight. She shined it on an old, teddy bear that Melissa used to like. It was dirty, beat-up and torn apart. Angela examined it for a minute. It brought back memories but then moved on. She saw another of Melissa's old toys. It was Melissa's old doll house that was broken in two. Angela saw a few more of her daughter's toys in the basement but not her. "Melissa!…Melissa!"
Melissa was nowhere in the house…..not even the basement. Oh well, Melissa is either dead or ran away.
Angela couldn't help but cry continuously. She needed her child but if Melissa was gone, Angela was going to be the same. She looked down at her leg again and saw that it had bled a lot more. Melissa's gone, Angela might as well be gone too. Angela loosened her shirt and took it off her leg. From there, she sat down and leaned against the wall. She sat the flashlight down and shined it ahead. Angela did the same thing she did back in her room. As Angela began to close her eyes she saw something move. It was probably a rat. So what! She's already halfway dead anyways, the rat can eat her up for all she cares. So Angela ignored it. Then she heard a noise that sounded like a whine. How could a rat whine? Or was it a stray dog? Angela didn't care what it was because she was on the road to death. But even after she closed her eyes, that noise bothered her for some reason. She had to open her eyes, grab the flashlight and see what it was. Angela was weak, cold and tired and really could care less what happens now since her only child was gone. She shined the light on the thing that was moving and whining. When she saw it, it looked like something was wrapped up in a rug. Angela walked closer to it with caution as blood dripped from her leg. When she was close enough she gently touched the rug. The thing kept moving and whining. The whining sounded like a voice. Who could it be? Could it be Melissa? No! No! It can't be her! "Oh my goodness who are you?" she yelled. Angela was scared. Who else would be in her basement if it wasn't her or Melissa? Could Tiffany's spirit be transferred to another body?
The thing moved and continued to whine but this time more aggressively as if it was trying to unwrap itself.
Angela slowly bent down with her hand on her wound. She pushed the thing hard enough to unwrap it from the rug.
The thing unraveled and revealed…her so called dead daughter.
Angela couldn't believe her eyes. "Melissa!...Sweetie you're alive!" Tears filled her eyes. She hurried and wrapped her arms around Melissa.
Melissa's arms were tied behind her back with a jump rope. Her mouth was taped with masking tape. She was cold and scared to death.
Angela slowly removed the masking tape from Melissa's mouth and then kissed her on the forehead. "Oh Melissa my baby! I was so worried about you! Are you okay?"
Melissa was in tears as well. "Mommy I was so scared! I didn't know she would come to life! I thought she was going to kill me!"
"Well I'm glad she didn't. Thank goodness she didn't! You don't need to worry about Tiffany anymore. I killed her." Angela said relieved pushing back Melissa's hair.
"Tiffany's dead? Oh thank you mommy!" cried Melissa hugging her mother. When Melissa let go, she saw her mother's leg and gasped. "Mom your leg!" she cried pointing at it.
"I know sweetie! Mommy's going to get checked!" Angela replied without looking at her own leg. "Come on let's get out of her and get cleaned up!"