Molly

Chapter Six

Dean woke up on the floor, but it was dark. He must have slept through the day. The mirror was fine, and the footsteps were gone. Dean was confused, and a uneasy feeling went through his body. He figured, since everything was fine, that it was just a dream. But Dean wanted to be sure.

Getting out his laptop, Dean sat on his bed. He wanted to know who the kids were, and if they were Molly's. After a while, he found out that Molly had no kids and another family had lived in the house before him. Sally and Tom Hoques were the children, and Dean concluded that the woman from last night was Molly, based if a picture he found from an article.

Dean understood that everyone died 3 days after they moved in, and a feeling or fear shot through Dean's body. It had been 3 days since he moved in.He tried not to let it bother him too much, when a sound from downstairs drew his attention.

Slowly walking downstairs, Dean looked around the livingroom. The TV was on with a blank screen, but blarring with the sound if a woman screaming, as if a horror movie was playing. He walked over to turn it off when the channel came on. It was a video of Molly on the mattress in the basement. She screamed at the pain each time the knife pierced her skin. Frank was angry, but smiling as well. He was yelling at Molly as she cried for help. The TV went off.

Suddenly the lights started flickering, and doors started slamming. The lights turned off, and a loud crashing sound filled the house. When they came back on, Dean faced a huge heap of picture frames and glass on the floor. He turned slowly towards the dark hallway. For a moment, he stares and nothing happens, when he sees a figure in black slowly come from a room at the end of the hall. Dean squinted his eyes to get a closer look. Paralyzed in fear, he watches the woman slowly turn to face him.

The lights flicker and Dean hears a loud, ear piercing screech. When they flicker on, Dean became face to face with Molly Johnson.

Dean screams as a cool breeze passes through him. The hallway went dark and Molly dissapeered. He turned around and held his breath at the reflection in the TV. Molly stood no more than 2 inches away from Dean. In a cold scratchy voice, she whispered "look what he did." And in a flash she was gone.

Terrified, Dean runs for the front door. Just about to grab the handle, he was pulled back violently and dragged towards the basement, hitting everything in his path. He screamed for help, but it was no use, no one was around. A disturbing voice kept repeating "look what he did," each time getting louder. The basement door opened slowly, and Dean was dragged downstairs. The door slammed behind him, and Dean McCloud was never seen again (well alive).

Police found his body, and a knife was recovered. No fingerprints were found.

The End.