Emmett woke up at seven thirty and decided to check on Annabel. Every morning he would go and watch her sleep for a few minutes before she would woke up. He arrived and Annabel was gone. Emmett began freaking out.
"Annabel!" Emmett shouted from outside.
He slid the window open and called her again. No answer. He searched the house top to bottom. He then took off his clothes and turned into a wolf to find her scent.
Emmett grabbed his clothes in his mouth. He sniffed and found not one or two trails. He found three. He was angered by one of the scents.
"Annabel. Kenny. And, who's scent is that?" Emmett started searching for the trail.
Apparently someone had been in here. The trail ended at the basement door. The only room he didn't search. He turned back into a normal person and slipped back into his closes. He opened the door slowly.
"Hello? Is anyone in here?" Emmett called out.
He flipped a switch and the lights turned on. It was dusty and full broken stairs. There was junk and more junk. Emmett went down and began searching. Emmett heard something fall from behind.
"Oh, it's only a stuffed doll." Emmett picked the doll up and smiled.
It had Annabel's smell. It must have been her's as a child. Emmett heard foot steps and something hovering over him. He turned around slowly and froze.
"What are you doing here? I thought we got rid of you?" Emmett backed away.
As soon as he was a couple of feet away he bolted. He began going up the stairs but fell. The thing got ahold of his foot.
"Let go of me!" Emmett kicked and squirmed but couldn't get out.
It pulled him down the stairs and the door closed. After three minutes there was no more sounds of struggling and the house was dead silent.
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Heart In The Hands Of Two
General FictionIn New Orleans lived a baby girl. Unique in every way. When that little girl grew up she met two boys and they became friends. Having the baby girl cost a lot and someone had to pay. One eventful Halloween night there was a homicide so gruesome it...
