The Little Girl
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Category:
Horror/Thriller › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,497
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Little Girl
“Why are you leaving me?” She said. She was watching me with small round eyes that beheld something older than I. A sly smile played with her lips.
I had been backing away. I felt cool porcelain through the back of my jeans. Tears sprang to my eyes and I whispered please. I was trapped. I was in my bathroom. I was standing against the tub. Behind me I knew was the wall and a tiny window-too tiny for me to hope to scramble through. The girl stood before me-white nightgown, dripping in blood, brown straggly hair-And there was no escape. I bent my knees slightly, until I could touch the edge of the tub with my hand. Then I quickly stepped over and into the tub, and backed as far as I could against the wall.
“Where are you going?” The girl asked.
I lowered onto my butt. Remaining puddles of water soaked through my jeans. I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them tightly. I could feel my heart in my ribcage, pounding. “Please,” I said again.
The girl tilted her head ever so slightly, the ghost-of-a smile never leaving her face, her eyes roaming over me, studying me.
“I just want to play…” She took a step towards me. I squeezed my eyelids shut, and a tear gushed out and rolled down my cheek. My lips were trembling, slobber thick in my mouth. Two more tears rolled down my face and I inhaled sharply.
“Why are you scared? Don’t you want to play?”
She was standing right in front of me now. I wanted to close my eyes. I didn’t want to have to watch what she was going to do to me. Slowly, she knelt down, her arms resting on the bathtubs edge. I could smell the rotted blood on her. I scrunched up my nose and swallowed, trying to control my crying. A part of me wanted to cry and bed, the other side knew crying was what she wanted, knew she reveled in my pain.
“Shh,” She reached out just one finger and brought it gently to my lips. One small, blood-stainted finger-blood crusted in and around the bitten-down fingernails-I could taste and smell the blood. There was something about her and she was calming me down. She withdrew her finger.
“All I want to do is play…”
A/N: review ;)
I had been backing away. I felt cool porcelain through the back of my jeans. Tears sprang to my eyes and I whispered please. I was trapped. I was in my bathroom. I was standing against the tub. Behind me I knew was the wall and a tiny window-too tiny for me to hope to scramble through. The girl stood before me-white nightgown, dripping in blood, brown straggly hair-And there was no escape. I bent my knees slightly, until I could touch the edge of the tub with my hand. Then I quickly stepped over and into the tub, and backed as far as I could against the wall.
“Where are you going?” The girl asked.
I lowered onto my butt. Remaining puddles of water soaked through my jeans. I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them tightly. I could feel my heart in my ribcage, pounding. “Please,” I said again.
The girl tilted her head ever so slightly, the ghost-of-a smile never leaving her face, her eyes roaming over me, studying me.
“I just want to play…” She took a step towards me. I squeezed my eyelids shut, and a tear gushed out and rolled down my cheek. My lips were trembling, slobber thick in my mouth. Two more tears rolled down my face and I inhaled sharply.
“Why are you scared? Don’t you want to play?”
She was standing right in front of me now. I wanted to close my eyes. I didn’t want to have to watch what she was going to do to me. Slowly, she knelt down, her arms resting on the bathtubs edge. I could smell the rotted blood on her. I scrunched up my nose and swallowed, trying to control my crying. A part of me wanted to cry and bed, the other side knew crying was what she wanted, knew she reveled in my pain.
“Shh,” She reached out just one finger and brought it gently to my lips. One small, blood-stainted finger-blood crusted in and around the bitten-down fingernails-I could taste and smell the blood. There was something about her and she was calming me down. She withdrew her finger.
“All I want to do is play…”
A/N: review ;)