Make a wish.

14|Jealous.

July 28, 1976. 3:18 pm.

Billy had given a total of ten laps throughout the basement the last five minutes, he was completely terrified and the only sound he managed to distinguish was his accelerated heart.

I knew it was the end, something told he. Maybe the end of his time locked in the basement, because the police found him, or the end because Grabber was going to kill him.

Billy pray for the first option.

When the lights on, Billy goes back from the door quickly and rests against the wall. He had left the damn hidden cable and had nothing to defend himself.

Grabber had a different mask this time, his mouth was exposed and when he smiled at him, Billy knew it was the end.

No one would come.

Was dead.

Grabber leaves his huge dog tied to the door and looks at him in a morbid way that makes him want to vomit.

"I didn't want to do this, but you behaved very badly."

Why? What did he do wrong? Why can't he go home?

"O-only want to go home ..." sobs Billy.

"I know, but soon you will be in a better place."

Billy didn't want to know where that was, he just wanted to go home with his father and his dog. He didn't want to die, not here and not like that.

Grabber approaches running and Billy tries to flee through the door, but the dog barks at him and that scares him enough to go back between stumbles. Billy falls to the ground and Grabber holds it from behind.

"Shh... don't be afraid." whispers Grabber against his hair, inhaling his smell.

Billy does not believe he has a good smell, but he can only cry and pray so they won't kill him. Have a bad smell was his last concern.

Grabber throws him to the ground and sits on top of Billy, causing the child to groan of pain. Grabber supports his knife on Billy's cheek and cuts him.

Billy shouts with pain and takes his hands to Grabber's shoulders, trying to push him, but he didn't have enough strength.

The blood that spills from his face, gets inside his mouth and he drown.

"Oh, poor kid..." whisper Grabber, stroking the wound on Billy's face, but drags his fingers through the blood and presses the wound strongly.

Billy coughs and turns around to spit the blood and saliva when Grabber gets up.

The door was still open and maybe, just maybe, someone could listen and come to help him, then he would go home...

So Billy shouts with all his might.

"P-please! Help! Someone, plea..."

Billy does not listen to any sound in addition to a buzz that drives him crazy, while an scorching pain crosses his chest and blood begins to sprout without control when Grabber remove the knife that crossed his chest.

Tears sprout in the same way and Billy begins to feel dizzy, but cannot pay attention to the man in front of him with a bloody knife, nor can the dog's barking hear, he only feels pain in his body and has a spasm when he receives a second stab in the chest.

A third.

Quarter.

Fifth

Sixth.