The Little Girl

Chapter 3

Dreams. Dreams are powerful. Visions that appear to you when you are in your most subconscious state. That night as she lay on the cold blood soaked concrete floor Stephanie bright dreamed. She dreamed about the past. About memories she didn't recall. People she vaguely remembered the faces of. All diffrent emotions swirling and spiraling in and out. Depression, anger, sadness, despair, helplessness, and most of all pain. The most painful vision was of a family grieving over a coffin. The picture was of a teenage girl. The more I looked at her face the more I came to a feeling I hadn't felt before. "Boom" "boom". A thundering sound like the beat of a heart reverberated across the room. Then hands grip my biceps and I awaken. As I look around the room I notice several strange figures all looking at me. All of the beings were covered in a coat that stretched to the ground. A hood shielded their eyes and face from sight. The sound came from all around me and enveloped my body. Then the two who are holding me pull me in the air with ease. Looking down I relise the figures are at least 12 feet tall. With huge bodies the size of a truck. The two figures carry me to the wall and keep walking as we come nearer and nearer to the wall a chunk the size of the figures carrying me. A blinding light comes through the doorway. As the figures walk me through and my eyes adjust I look around and see things. Indescribible things. People being whipped, cut, stabbed and thousands of other things I can't even fathom. We walk acrossed a bridge and I see an office building. Strange for what I have seen. The figures escort me to the building. Not pausing for a step. Finally we arrive and the glass doors slide open. The doors to foggy to make out what's inside. Blinding light reaches my eyes and I can't move as the figures stop and put me down.