Emily woke up, her whole body felt groggy like she had been pulled through a hedge backwards while drunk. She couldn't tell if she just hadn't opened her eyes or if the room she was now in was just pitch black. Holding up her hand close in front of her face, she couldn't tell they it was there, she wriggled her fingers centimetres away but she couldn't see any change in motion.
Sighing she tried to look at her from where she had been lying on the floor, there was blackness for what seemed like miles, no sign of life or light anywhere.
"Hello," Emily called out worriedly, the last thing she could remember was being tucked up in bed next to Hanna and Aria.
"Hanna!? Aria!?" She called out into the darkness," Is anyone there? Spencer!?"
Emily's cries for help were left with only silence. Feeling around her in the darkness all her hands met was a rough concrete floor, even so, it didn't seem like she was chained up.
"Maybe," She thought to herself," Maybe this is the place all the others have visited."
Emily shivered at the thought, she knew what had happened in that room and if that was where she was then she could have potentially been in a lot of trouble.
As quick a lightning strike Emily realised that there mustn't be any cameras in the room, all of the cameras around the dollhouse had a singular red blinking light when they were operating. She felt like she was truly alone. No A, no friends, just her sitting along in the darkness.
Although at the thought of that a hooded figure appeared in the darkness, the harsh sound of footprints left a mark in the air. The light didn't seem to be coming from anywhere, but the black hoodie became more and more illuminated as it grew closer.
Scared Emily started to back away, she knew she was trapped but she might as well try and run away from her ultimate demise. As she backed away further and further into the darkness she trembled to her feet and started to run away from the figure as fast as she could. Although as fast as she ran the figure was always just two steps behind her.
Emily cried out in pain as the figure had caught up with her, stomping on her leg she felt the entire pain fill up her body as she collapsed to the floor nursing her injured leg at the same time as trying to protect her from the monster that lurked in the shadows.
With fear in her eye's Emily's vision darted around the room hoping to catch a glance at the figure that was out there.
A loud thud in front of her caught her attention as she felt herself being pulled up by the collar that was still around her neck. She felt so weak, she kept her eye's closed as she felt the breath of her kidnapped envelop her face. She couldn't understand why A hadn't just shocked her collar as she had been running away, maybe A wanted to play.
She knew if she opened her eye's then she could catch the face of the evil that haunted her, the thought that after all this time she could finally know scared her. If she knew the face of her attacker would that mean that she would never be able to escape from their prison alive?
"Please, please don't kill me," Emily begged.
The figure laughed an almost recognisable laugh.
Emily's eyes snapped open, she could wait any longer to confirm the voice she thought she heard, "Spencer?!"
The swimmer studied her friend's physical appearance, she seemed healthier than when she had last seen her. Stronger, her face no longer hollow from the starvation that bound her.
"Why," Emily stuttered, "Why are you doing this?"
Spencer could only laugh, as the frightened girl looked onwards fearful for an answer.
"You stupid girls," Spencer spat in her face, "You just run around never thinking of the consequences. No one cares about you anymore. Everyone is glad that you are gone, the police have even stopped looking for your bodies."
"Spencer, please," Emily begged.
"Silence," Spencer shouted as she threw the famished girl against a wall and watched her crumple to the floor, "All you stupid girls just need to feel a little pain, it's payback for all the people you have hurt."
From behind her Spencer pulled out a glowing rod, bright burning heat radiated from it as it grew closer and closer towards Emily's delicate skin.
"Spencer, please don't do this. Why are you doing this," Emily exclaimed in fear.
As flaming rod grew closer and closer Emily squirmed, as the hot poker pressed up against her skin she let out a blood-curdling scream.
"Emily wake up, wake up," Hanna grudgingly shouted at her best friend as she tried to shake her awake.
Emily shot up, she was still in bed. She was still safe. A pool of sweat had started to form around her and she felt like she was burning up. She couldn't breathe, it all felt too much. Trying hard she kept gasping out for breath.
"you're ok, you're ok," Hanna tried to comfort her as the small girl on her other side just sat up in shock.
"It," Emily stuttered as she tried to gulp down air, "It was Spencer, she was A."
"It was just a bad dream," Hanna tried to comfort her, giving her a small embrace.
"but what if it's true."