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Lewis's Death

Warning: Death

"Where areeeee youuuuu, little boy?" The demonic being hissed, dragging its bloody self around the house.

Lewis didn't move from his place in the closet. His hand was clamped tightly over his mouth, the other holding the plush doll he carried with him here.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." Lewis had to stifle a sob at hearing that disgusting voice. How did he ever think that was a voice of comfort?

It'll be okay. It has to be. Lewis wanted to go home so badly. He'd put up with his parents, he'd remember to feed his dogs, he'd do anything right now. He just wanted out.

All he told his alter parents was that he wanted to go home to his real family. Turns out one of them was just a puppet. The other was a bloody monster hellbent on murder.

And now he was here, stifling every breath he took.

"I can smell your disgusting human scent, boy." the demon hissed, sounding dangerously close. "Come out NOW."

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He was going to die here.

The closet door was ripped out of the wall, and Lewis was face to face with the creature's bloodstained jaws.

"There you are." Its fingers dug into Lewis's scalp, dragging him by the hair into the kitchen. Once they were in, the monster threw Lewis to the ground.

Lewis didn't scream. He just silently cried even when the monster drew a knife out of a cabinet.

No. No, please! Lewis wanted to scream. "Let me go, please!"

"Such a sweet boy," It cooed, gripping Lewis by the neck and lifting him up. "A shame that you're a disgusting human."

The knife stabbed into Lewis's stomach, making pain flare all through his abdomen. Lewis screamed, trying to pull out of its grasp. The knife was pulled out and stabbed higher up his torso.

"Why won't you die, you stubborn thing!?" It dropped the knife, tightening its grip on Lewis's neck. "Oh, I see. You want to die from lack of oxygen." It laughed, tossing Lewis back down.

"Please..." Lewis begged weakly, blood pooling around him.

He was vaguely aware of something rough and flexible placed around his neck. A noose.

It ripped up Lewis by the untied part of the noose, holding him up so his feet couldn't touch the ground.

Lewis's vision went blurry, and he was still gasping for air that didn't come. I'm sorry...

Everything went black.

Lewis slowly opened his eyes, only to find that he was not in the kitchen anymore. He was outside, lying next to a gravestone. Lying is the wrong word. He was hovering a few inches off the ground he couldn't touch, curled around a cold grave.

The earth was freshly dug, and the gravestone looked brand new.

So did the single word carved into the stone. His name.

I'm dead. Lewis thought. I'm dead and this is my grave. I'm buried here.

All Lewis could feel was numbness. He was dead. He was dead and he could never see his family again.

So what he did was lean against the grave, starting to cry.

Would they miss me?

He didn't know how long he was there for. He only knew that there were others now watching him.

"Lewis?" A tiny voice whispered. Lewis raised his head, staring at the little ghost of a girl floating in front of him. She wore an oddly familiar yellow bear mask.

"Who are you?" He choked out.

"Just like you, Lewis. I died here." She pointed to the ugly black stab wounds. "My name was Cassidy." He did notice that he had similar marks on his stomach and chest, except they were light grey. The only black mark was a blurry ring around his neck. Hanging.

"Are we ever going to get out, Cassidy?"

She only shook her head. "I've been trapped here since 1983. Most of us were here for longer. You're the newest one here, Lewis."

No exit. Such a final verdict. "Then what should I do?" He looked at the small doll the creature had the nerve to drape over his grave.

"You have a vessel." Another girl with soaked clothes and a black bear mask whispered. She must have been drowned.

"I do?" Lewis tilted his head.

"You can possess the doll." Cassidy said. "You can find an exit."

If it meant he would see his family again... Lewis reached for the doll, trying to grab it. He closed his eyes.

His hand phased through the doll. When he opened his eyes again, he was the one draped on the grave. He picked himself up, rolled off the tomb, and snuck back into the house.

He would find an exit.