The Escape

Escape

It was just there sitting in silence, yet I can feel it calling me. It was calling me like how sirens call unlucky sailors to their doom. This book was doing the same thing to me, summoning me to open it and read it. And like the sailors who can't resist the earthy songs, I couldn't resist the curiosity of the story in store. Once the first page was turned I couldn't put it down, literally. I tried with all my strength to set the book aside but my hands were locked in place and the words filled my eyes, I could look nowhere but the book's pages. I had no choice but to continue reading until everything else around me turned black and then nothing.

When I opened my eyes I was no longer on my bed or in my room. I now lay in a field of grass, meters away from a hill with a little golden house on top of it. Panicky, I ran towards the house, hoping that someone in there would help me go back.

I knocked. No answer.

I swing the door open. "Hello?" There was still no answer. I entered slowly and quietly but nothing happened. The house was lit and the floor of the room I entered in was cluttered with toys. Dolls, dresses of dolls, teddy bears and maybe even a few action figures but most of the toys were for girls. The room exits into a sole hallway, unlike the room the hallway itself was dark and where it ends cannot be seen.

"Hello? Is someone in here?" I asked again.

"Daddy?" a voice from within the hallway answered. "Daddy is that you?"

"N-no," I answered.

The owner of the voice showed itself. It was a little girl, maybe around eight.

"Who is she?" Another voice asked. It was another little girl, younger than the first one, hiding behind the other. Both of the little girls were dressed like dolls. The two seemed like sisters and could be mistaken as twins if it wasn't for the hair difference. The younger one had black hair while the older girl had blonde hair.

"Hi, I'm Sara," I answered her question. The younger girl showed her face before going back to her hiding spot.

"How did you get here?" asked the older girl.

"I am not really sure," I answered truthfully. "I was just reading a book and next thing I know I woke up here."

"Sister she has the book! Look!" The little girl pointed at hands. All this time I have been holding the same book I was reading.

"Can we see the book?" the older girl asked sweetly. I stepped back, instincts told me to not give her the book. "Please can I see it?" There was desperation within her voice now. I continued to back away; my back is almost near the door now. "Give us the book!" her sweet angelic voiced turned demanding and inhuman. They jumped towards me and I fell backwards trying to escape clutching the book with my dear life. Something about the door of the house stopped them from following me outside. But it didn't stop the older girl from trying to drag me back in. She stretched her arms out the door. In an instant the arm melt away. The skin dripped away like putty exposing the red muscles underneath. The muscles twitched and shrank along with the veins as the blood oozed down staining the once green grass. The arm is nothing but bones now and the finger tips began to disintegrate. "Sister, no!" The younger one pulled her sister's arm inside the house. "You'll lose your arm." In the matter of seconds it took for that arm to melt away, the arm, once back inside, went back to its original state, flesh and all, in the same amount of time. "No!" Their high pitched, almost demonic, screams was the last thing I remember hearing before blacking out again.

I woke up gasping, remembering the dream I just had. But it wasn't a dream. It was real. I was still lying down on green grass but this time away from the hill.

"Good job, you almost set them free," I heard a grown man's voice behind me. I turned around. "Morning." He mumbled.

"But it's night time," I said looking up the sky and seeing a million stars.