"Yeah, I do have some information.", I said. "What is it?", she asked. "If you go into the basement, there's a trapdoor. I don't know what's in it though.", I lyingly replied.
"We should go down there Friday then.", Solomon said. "Yeah, but be careful, she keeps coming home earlier and earlier everytime.", I said. "I know, I'll be safe, for you.", he said. "Pfft, like you would.", I sarcastically spoke. "But I will I promise!"
"Well, we'll see about that."
I walked towards the door, creeping it open to see what "Mom"'s cake is looking like. She was checking to see if the cake was done, with a toothpick.
But the red substance, I guessed was supposed to be icing, was overflowing from the container.
When she looked over, she saw it, and lifted her arm up bit too fast in the oven. Her arm was at the top of the oven now, smoking hot, with pieces of skin dropping into the cake.
She was cleaning up the messy icing at the same time, and never even noticed her arm was burning inside the oven. When she finally looked at the oven, she said "Oops, silly me!", as if she wasn't burning alive.
I turned to look back at Solomon and Sadie, with a horrified face. They read me like a book, and signaled me to come over there.
As I crawled over towards them, the chipped wood on the floor splintered my hand; the palm over my right hand. It was right beside the burn marks as I looked at it, and reminded me of the old tree I used to climb. I would deal with it later, as I limped on my left hand.
I finally made it across the creaky floor with Solomon and Sadie, as I paused for a moment. Solomon got up, and bent down to sit on the floor beside me. He said to me, "Yeah, she's basically invincible."
Invincible.
No human could be immortal, or that tolerate to pain. She was a different breed. A different kind.
A different species.
I snapped out of my subconscious state, zoning out thinking about it. Sadie replied, "Thats.. true, unfortunately. However, we have to find out a way to end her. For good."
"But first, we need more information, knowledge, and patience."
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Our Caretaker
HororPhoenix has been living in harsh conditions, since she first got there. For the 5 months she was there, she has obeyed orders, and been a "good girl." Now, that the Caretaker has grown older, so has she, new information in her head. But, the Caret...
