After a few minutes of holding my hand, she crawled out from under the bed and sat next to me.
“Hi there!” I said with a big smile on my face.
The little girl looked down at the floor and said nothing. I could tell she was still scared.
I started running my fingers through her hair with the hand she wasn't holding.
“Your hair is very beautiful,” I said.
She looked up at me and began to run her fingers through my hair as well.
I smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear.
My eyes widened at what I saw.
There was a huge chunk taken out of the top of her ear.
The little girl immediately pushed my hand away, started screaming, and went back under the bed.
Confused, I looked under the bed and saw her curled up into a ball. She was shaking in fear again. What happened to her?
I put my hand back under the bed to see if I could calm her down again, but she grunted and started hitting it.
I pulled my hand out from under the bed.
“Owch. What the heck?” I yelled.
Her eyes started filling up with water. She was going to start crying again.
I took a deep breath and reached my hand under the bed again.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you. I promise I am not going to hurt you ok?” I whispered.
She grabbed my hand, and I pulled her out from under the bed.
“Ok. Let’s try this again,” I said as I lifted her up onto my lap.
I wiped the tears from her eyes and hugged her as tight as I could without hurting her.
“See? I am not going to hurt you,” I said.
After a few minutes of sitting like that, I heard an alarm clock go off.
I stood up and put the little girl on the big bed.
Why is an alarm clock going off?
I followed the beeping of the clock into a little pink room. There was nothing in the room but a black alarm clock in the center of the floor.
I picked it up and turned it off.
8:15
Why was the alarm set for 8:15?
I went back into the room the little girl was in, and I picked her up off the bed.
“It’s getting late, and I really don't want to leave you alone. So let’s go back to my place! How does that sound?” I asked.
She hugged me tight and put her head on my shoulder.
I smiled and started walking down the stairs. Why would someone leave her here? Where are her parents?
I opened the front door, and I got hit with a horrible odor. It smelled like something was rotting.
I looked around, but there was still no one outside.
I covered my nose and walked across the street to my house.
When I opened the door, I was greeted by my parents. They looked very surprised to see me holding a child.
“Uhh, Easton, who is this?” My mom asked.
I looked down at the little girl I was holding. Her bright eyes were staring right back into mine.
“I am not really sure.”
YOU ARE READING
One Night
HorrorA young girl, Easton Whither, has just joined The Resistance. The world is falling apart, and the only thing that can save it, is her. Will she be able to do it? Or will she become one of Them?