Come and Play

CP Sequel- P2

I screamed a bloodcurdling, high pitched scream. I almost surprised myself with how much anguish was conveyed through my cry. The scream sounded like it came from someone other than myself.

I bent down to the ground, the girl had vanished. I held back tears. If Donald knew I thought the worst was going to happen, he would start to let go himself.

"Donald. It's going to be fine." I said, hearing how pathetically shaky my voice was and instantly hating myself for it.

He shook his head weakly and then coughed, spraying a thin film of blood into the air. It was remarkable that I didn't gag. I was a wimp when it came to blood.

He tried to get up. I gently pushed him down and set his head gently on my lap.

"Shhh.... Don't move." I whispered. "I'll get the first aid kit and fix you. I promise."

He closed his eyes. I could already see the color draining from his face. I needed to hurry. I set his head on the ground very gently and scurried to get the kit. I came back with it and began to work on his stomach.

I spread some antibacterial ointment on it and wound gauze and medical tape tightly around it, because that was all I knew how to do.

I started to hear the whispers again.

"Donald. I hate to say this, but we have to get up." I blubbered, pulling him up and lacing his arm around my shoulder.

He nodded and hobbled quickly with me out of the room.

"We need to get to my car. I'll get us out of here." I said, my voice still quivering.

F

"Kella..... Donald...... Come and play with us." The high-pitched, evil whisper rang out.

I was panicking. I finally got Donald and I to the front door, scrambling with the locks. Why wouldn't they open?!

I tried to get us both the the back door.

CLICK.

The windows.....

CLICK.

I was fighting the urge to burst into tears.

There was no way out, the exits were locked shut. The demons were on our tail, and Donald could die at any second.

So I made a quick choice.

I was going to take Donald and I to the panic room deep inside the basement.

"Come on." I whispered. "We're going somewhere safe."

He nodded, he had no strength to talk.

I hobbled him downstairs, the whispers were gone again. How did they just fade in and out?

We made it down the stairs safely.

I helped him towards the basement door, opening it and safely entering the basement. We made our way towards the back, and to a barely noticeable wooden door that looked like it could blend into the floor.

But it wasn't just any floorboard. It was a panic room, designed just in case intruders came into the house.

I fumbled with the lock, my fingers shaking. I could now hear the whispers.

"We are going to kill you, Kella. And Donald, too. Just wait..... You'll be able to play with us forever......"

I was terrified. The lock wouldn't open, no matter how hard I tugged, and Donald was looking like his life was leaking out of him by the second.

The whispers were getting stronger and stronger, becoming a muddle of undecipherable words, and my ears were starting to hurt. I held back the urge to clap my hands over them and block out the sound.

I turned around, ready to run anywhere to escape the voices.

But as soon as I turned around, I saw the grubby little girl, standing in front of me and Donald with a murderous expression glinting in her cold black eyes.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I'm hoping to get this to 1,000 very soon! I'm really close, and every read means so much! I'm so grateful for all of the good feedback I've been getting on this story!

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