Come and Play

"Kella.... Kella..... Kella.... Come play with us....."

I snapped awake, blinking quickly to adjust my eyes to the sudden change I had just forced upon them.

I've been having these nightmares for weeks, an eerie whisper of a young girl, begging me to join her playtime. I never saw her face, I only heard the pleas of her light voice in my ears.

I shook my head, and glanced at the clock. In neon green, block style numbers, it read 3:13 AM.

Great. I'd never get back to sleep now. School tomorrow will be Hell.

I let my head collide with the down pillow, my hair scattered all around me, and my eyes trained on the ceiling. My friend Donald told me that if you stared at one place for a long time, your body would eventually force itself to fall asleep.

"Kella..... Kella....... KELLA!"

I jumped out of bed, feeling the cold winter draft all around me, even through my thick fleece pajamas. This was getting scary.

"Kella...... Come to the back room. Play with me......"

I ran to my parents room, expecting to see their peacfully snoozing forms under the down comforter. Instead, I saw the sheets all rumpled and in complete disarray.

Okay, now I'm in a panic. I ran all over the house, calling:

"MOM! DAD!"

I got no reply. The house was eerily quiet, only the tic toc, tic toc, tic toc of the clock could be heard.

Until a scream broke the fragile silence.

I ran down the stairs, almost tripping over them, and threw open the door of the back room. I quickly turned the lights on, I've always been afraid of the dark.

What I saw almost made me vomit.

My parents, both dead, and hanging from ropes that were dangling from the basement ceiling. Blood stained the fronts of their bodies, and a steady stream of it was coming from each of their mouths. Their eyes were wide open, and fear still coursed through them, even in their.... State.

I opened my mouth to scream, but before I could, a grubby hand was clapped over my face.

I screamed and kicked, but the sounds came out muffled, and the kicks were no use.

"Kella. I see you came to play....."

The girl. I would recognize that voice anywhere.

I busted away, running out of the basement and slamming the door behind me. I ran as fast as my legs could possibly go, upstairs and into the master bathroom. I slammed the door shut and clicked the lock. I sighed in relief, closing my eyes and sinking into the ground.

"Kella..... Why don't you want to play?"

I screamed. The girl was right in front of me, wielding a knife, her scraggly blonde hair wildly framing her round face. Her black eyes shimmered with malice.

"P-please don't kill me." I begged. I was in a corner now, I was trapped.

She came closer, closer. Until her face was level with mine.

"I just wanted to play, Kella."

With that, she stabbed the knife into my stomach. My vision was getting blurrier, blurrier......

The last thing I saw was a pool of my own scarlet blood.

Why didn't I just play?

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hope you like! Just practicing! :)