Honey

Little Girl Red

    It was a rainy night in Ineswood, and little Alona was terrified of storms. Left all alone in a big house, the little girl retreated to her bedroom for safety from the harsh winds and water outside. In that lighting her bright red walls looked darker, tainted, 'like the colour of blood ' she thought. Her favourite toy, a stuffed bunny, sat on her play table that, to a 6 year old, looked goddamn scary, to say the least. Taking a deep breath, little Alona mustered up the courage to save her friend, Lady Fluff, from whatever was lurking in the shadows beside her. 

     1..2..3! Alona dashed to the table, determined to focus on nothing but Lady Fluff. Not even the shadow that was moving from her window. Alona grabbed the stuffed bunny and ran back to her safe spot, where the last bit of moonlight entered the room. Relieved about her safety and proud of her bravery; Alona grinned to Lady Fluff. 'Maybe now that I'm brave mommy will play with me more instead of Mr. Jack'  the little girl thought.

 Mr.Jack was her mommy's best friend who Alona hated, Alona liked everyone, except Mr.Jack because he took all of her mommy's time away. Every time Alona asked to play her mommy looked at her, went to the kitchen, took out Mr.Jack and then left to go to the bathroom. Usually, her mommy played with Mr.Jack by herself and sometimes with daddy but never with her.

     So one day, when her Mommy went to go visit Daddy's best friend's house again, Alona decided to play with Mr.Jack by herself too. She took him out the cupboard, went to the bathroom, screwed the top off and drank some...just like her Mommy. Mr.Jack must hate me too, she thought, he burned me. Alona wanted to cry that day, but she couldn't risk waking up her nanny, Ms.May, and getting caught. From that day on Alona never touched Mr.Jack again.

Waking up from her small daydream, Alona remembered the situation she was in. She also remembered she didn't sleep last night.  A bad feeling had kept her up all night, and Ms.May found her ready and alert the next morning when she came to wake her up. Little Alona wanted to lie down but was too scared to do so.

If I can save Lady Fluff I can do anything, little Alona encouraged herself to try to go to the bed. Getting ready to sprint she thought, You can't get me monsters. I'm Alona the brave, and then she was off. She barely made it halfway before something that felt like a wall stopped her.             A hand reached out.

"I'M SORRY MR.MONSTER. I DIDN'T THINK WHAT I SAID WAS MEAN, I JUST WANTED TO GO TO BED!" Little Alona was wailing, tears running down her cheeks. The shadow hand stopped reaching. Then retracted itself. However, it seemed to change its mind and started coming near her again.

Still crying, little Alona kicked whatever was there in  its shin and ran.

While Little Alona was off hiding, the shadowed figure grinned at the thought of the young terror kicking his shin. A little spitfire, that one. She's going to break someone's heart one day, he thought of her and her slightly curly jet black hair and her bright eyes that were a mixture of blues and grays, her tiny mouth was dark red and he found himself imagining her a bit older. She would definitely cause some heartbreak.

Back to the job at hand. Where is that fat fuck of a nanny of hers? Though she is old, a good soul is always fun to kill. The figure wandered through the house, his footsteps carrying no sound until he entered an awfully small room where Sadie May was deep asleep. Unknown to the figure little Alona had hidden in Ms.May's closet, figuring the man was scarier than anything else in the dark.

The figure used his shadowy hand to wrap around Ms.May's neck. The old woman woke up with a terrible fright but before she could scream her entrails decorated her pillow and the figure's hand.