This chapter contains vulgar language.

be prepared!

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Lying in the room was of no help for your rest. The thoughts of the little girl crying constantly rummaged through your mind and you had trouble focusing on anything else. Not that there was much to focus on in this godforsaken dark and dull room.

When Jeff would be gone the only things you could do was go to the bathroom, sleep and stare outside. Well, the bathroom was out of order right now, since Jeff had gone on a rampage and all. You hadn't seen the damage yet but boy, you did not want to clean that mess up.

Staring out of the window wasn't that thrilling either. There was almost no illumination and the only things seen were the shadows of the equally dark trees scraping against the window frame. Almost as if they were motioning for you, whispering things to you like:

'Come closer, touch us. Come here, come with us, we won't hurt you. Give your hand." In a creepy, sinister way. You didn't like the darkness, and you certainly didn't like the look of the outside world from your window.

Then there was really nothing else to do but think.

It was why this little girl was so intriguing. You wanted to know who she was and why she was plaguing your dreams. The size and reality of this dream was different than any dream you've had before, even the dreams which replayed the death of Sandy and Lola over and over again didn't even come close to this one.

It was like she was calling you, like she desperately needed you to do something. You were her hero, just like you were the only form of hero your friends could have when it came to this hell. The only one who had a slightly bigger chance to get them out alive.

If they all were alive, that is.

You wondered why Jeff had reacted so strongly to her. When you had told him what you'd dreamed about he almost seemed angry and... Scared maybe? That could be explained by various reasons. Maybe this little girl, how completely innocent and small she looked, was really a dangerous, sickening and crazy psychopath, just like all the others.

But you had never seen it before.

Every single killer you had encountered was somewhat related to something crazy, something utterly and utmost terrifying insane. For example a clown... Now those weren't really your favorites before... You always knew that there was something sinister about them. The way they always seemed to smile, the way they always seemed to laugh everything off... It felt unnatural.

Then the others... Eyes leaking blood red liquid, filled with sinister intent and lust for death. Masked men by whom you could almost smell their insanity and need for blood flowing off of them. Their voices laced with aggressiveness, their intentions portrayed by their ruthless, disgusting actions... And their aura choking yours with might and hatred.

Not to mention the last and most feared one. The malformed and melted face, the broken and shattered mind and the absolutely wrong self-image... The one keeping you, abusing you and playing you over and over again with no end and no mercy...

But above all they had one thing in common. One thing which they had showed you over and over again until you could call yourself an expert by experience. The one thing which made them all recognizable even in the utter darkness.

They all had this... Unknown, scary look in their eyes which gave you the chills. You couldn't exactly describe what it was, what you felt when you linked eyes with one of those creatures.

But it was way worse than your darkest fantasies could imagine, worse than your nightmares had ever displayed. Complete fear and desperation was all that was left in your small frame. Every other emotion had been washed away like it was nothing.

That was how you recognized those so called 'creepypastas'. Yet this little girl... This girl which had called you in your dreams... Even though you hadn't seen her eyes you couldn't imagine that she was dangerous, that she was... one of them.

It was impossible...

Was it?

You had no clue. As said before you never had the time to look her in the eye... Or to ask her what was going on. Maybe she really was another victim here. You wouldn't doubt that any of these psychopaths would go out of the way of killing children.

Everything that was living and breathing would feel the wrath of their weapons. You still couldn't comprehend how a person couldn't feel anything, how a person or monster couldn't even feel slight remorse for killing a man, a woman and even harmless children.

You couldn't and never would understand one's mind when coming to murder, but you did understand that they were not normal, that they were broken. Their mind was broken, not functioning like the person creating it had imagined.

And that, right now, was the only thing you had to know.

You were wondering how anyone could even like a killer. How anyone could be even the slightest bit of attracted to someone who's sheer purpose is to beat them. Like for example the whole Charles Manson thing. He had many, many followers whilst he was complete, bat shit crazy.

Yet people still liked him, adored him, followed him.

You couldn't exactly say these people were crazy either. You knew how persuasive people can be. And if they had sunken their teeth into a right victim...

You've seen it many times before on tv too. Women sending letters to convicted murderers and falling in love. Is it the danger? Is it the feeling they give you, like you're special? Is it the thinking that you can change them? That you're they only thing the need? There is a word for it, right?

Well you were a hundred and ten percent certain you couldn't change Jeff. And to be honest you would never want to. He couldn't go back to society after killing thousands of innocent people. He would get the chair immediately.

That and the fact that you still, even if it was becoming less and less, despised him. You hated the fact that your disgust for this guy was wearing off and wondered if you were going crazy as well. A few more months and you would be completely used to him coming back covered in blood.

You would be used to him smelling like metal, tossing his knife aside in the dark room. Hearing the blood-stained clothes falling on the ground, feeling his cold and wet hand touch your skin as he gives a harsh squeeze in it. As if you need a reminder that he is lying next to you.

You would be used to his angry escapades, you would be used to spending nights with him full of forceful and rough actions.

You would be used to his insane personality.

The mere thought of this scared you. It would be as if you weren't yourself anymore. As if you were molded in the perfect little doll he had in mind. As if you were empty, soulless and only here because he let you.

It was horrifying.

Being rudely disturbed from your thoughts you shot up. Your ears peaked when you noticed the slightest of sound coming from outside this room. You turned your head, hoping this way to get a better hearing range from that unknown sound.

Holding your breath you listened closely, hearing a somewhat familiar sound. It sounded like... Someone was crying. Sniffing almost quietly, yet you still noticed it. It sounded so familiar, so recognizable...

Impossible! That can't be true! You immediately shot out of bed and walked silently towards the door. The sound was increasing and when you could hear it more clearly you knew for sure. This was the sound you had heard before...

The sound of a young child crying.

Was that...Sally? Was that the girl Jeff was talking about earlier? The little girl you had seen in your dreams... The broken and abused child who was crying in the corner?

It sounded like it but you could never know for sure. The sound reverberated through the long hallway and it seemed as if she was only a few meters away from your own door. You would only know if you could see her, if you could see the young girl with your own eyes. Then you would believe your ears.

Nothing is more unpredictable in this house than your own mind. You could be fooled, you could be tricked. Curiosity took the best of you as you slowly reached out for the handle of the door. You couldn't know for sure if it was the young girl crying.

And what if it was? What would you do when you would see the young girl crying there? You didn't know, but there was one thing you did know. If Jeff had locked the door like he always did then there was no way you could find out, then there was no decision to make.

Yet if he didn't lock the door for some unknown reason...

Holding your breath you let your slender fingers slide over the doorknob before you gripped it tightly in between your hand. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you slowly twisted the doorknob...

It turned all the way around.

A flash of relief and at the same time concern washed over you. Jeff hadn't locked the door. Jeff hadn't locked the door. Jeff, for the first fucking time, didn't lock the door. There was a choice to make now, nothing could be left to fate.

Now you did have to decide. What were you going to do when you see the small child crying a few feet away from you?

Would you take her in?

Would you comfort the young child?

Argh! Your mind was making loopings again. You had no idea if she was even out there or if it was just a trick of the mind. This whole house had tricked you several times, what gives you the idea it doesn't this time?

Okay here is what you're going to do. Make sure she IS out there. If not, you know you're going crazy... That sure took long enough. If she is then you would decide from then on what you would do.

Jeff had been gone for only an hour or so... You would have enough time to make a right and well-thought out decision. The only thing you had to do know is to open that door and carefully peek outside. And pray to whatever thing there is up there that no killer sees you.

Well... Not that praying had ever helped you before.

Taking a breath you steadied yourself. The plan was to slowly and carefully open the door and quickly peek outside. You pulled lightly at the doorknob, the light of the hallway shining on your face as the crack in between the door and doorframe increased.

When the door was open more than enough for you to look, you stopped for a second. The crying was indeed increasing and your curiosity overwhelmed your fear. You then quickly took a look to your right.

The corridor was empty.

You then looked over to your left and saw what you expected to see. At the end of the hallway you saw someone sitting on her knees. A small, pink back was facing you as you could hear the crying getting heavier and more sad.

Out of fright and surprise that you guessed right you immediately shut the door and slammed your back against it. Oh god... You had guessed right indeed. This was the young girl named Sally!

But... What in the world was she doing here? You had seen her one time in your dream, one single time. You couldn't deny that it felt like she was calling you, that it felt like she needed you for something... But what makes her call you again and this time outside of your dreams?

You tried to calm your breathing and steady your heartbeat as the sound of the young girl sniffing filled your ears. What were you supposed to do, huh? What could you possible mean for that child? You already had your hands full with your own well-being and the well-being of your friends...

Was that an excuse to do nothing? Was that an excuse to just turn your back on someone in need?

It was but that wasn't the only thing which kept you from helping this young girl. Aside from the fact that you probably couldn't do anything for her, Jeff had warned you for that girl. He had said she was no good and even though you couldn't really trust Jeff... You somehow felt it was right.

Thinking more clearly about this situation, how many times have these killers tricked you? How many times have these damned fools promised you something only to tear down the promise right before you own two eyes.

What makes you believe this innocent little girl isn't a psychopathic killer?

Also, she was real now. You sure as hell weren't dreaming, were you? If you had never seen her before then why would she suddenly show up in your dreams, only to show up in the real world after, huh? That didn't sound like a human child, did it?

Then again... You could've seen her before... Just not when you were consciously remembering it. This house and the whole situation did strange things with you. Maybe you've forgotten already because she wasn't that interesting back then?

Well, there were two sides now... Listen to Jeff for once, shut the door closely and ignore the cries or...

Open the door, go to the girl and help her wherever you can.

What do you do?

Help? (Select help from the side menu)

Shut the door? (Select shut the door from the side menu)h

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Again, a decision!

You know the drill, choose wisely.