I took a moment to stop, sweating, bloodied and exhausted. I eventually look at the note, it read “It’s me. I am with you. I am safe in your head. If you tell ANYONE, I will not be able to protect you anymore. It WILL come back”.
Crawling through some dense bushes I saw it, my Grandparents old farmhouse. It was old and decayed; I could see inside through damaged outer walls. I knew something happened here that grandma never told me. I had to know.
I pushed the front door, but of course the door was jammed and lacked a handle. I made my way around the back to the kitchen entrance. I felt uneasy, as if I was being watched; the land was extremely open.
I made my way in. It was open, like when Grandma was here. The house held a damp smell and although the night sky was without a cloud, the full moon could barely enter apart from the odd broken plank in the walls. It was very dark.
It was then I knew I shouldn’t have come. A dark human like figure lurked in the kitchen corner, motionless. Then I saw the bloodied face and missing eyes.
I shot for the stairs and made it Grandmas old room, I locked the door and saw a basket. It contained a doll and a note. Without thinking I scampered out of the broken window onto the porch roof tumbling onto the grassy floor below. I ran.
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