The police called Delilah a few days later to inform her that the boy she had found was in fact an orphan. He had no registered identity to the state, none to the country, and no fingerprints-- genetically. His hands were nearly creaseless.
She held the phone to her ear, sweating and shaking with horror. "Call Sean. Sean O'Brien, of Keystone Catholic. I can't do it."
"Ma'am, what's wrong? Can you please remain calm?"
"That fucking thing is in my house."
"What 'thing'?"
"He-- no, it. It followed me here. Jesus, help me."
"Can you describe it for me?"
"Tall... tall and... tall and hellish. Hell. The thing is from hell."
"What's your address, ma'am? Your GPS tracking is not working on our server."
Delilah had looked up from the floor in her curled-up corner and saw a figure in her front doorway. She screamed, trying to push herself farther into the walls. It didn't move if she looked, she thought.
But It did.
The phone she held faded into white noise. She began to sob, watching It walk towards her.
He was here.
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DECEMBER JANE
FanfictionDecember is lost. Half of her body is now limited use, burned and scarred from a memory long lost. She is taken by two strange people, both murderers, and both determined to hide her from something. Until she meets a girl from the church down the ro...
