Four years pass by quickly, but in reality, there's plenty of years to live. All the girls are out of college and on their own, but that doesn't mean the whole mystery is shut out in a cold case. It is still new and living. Jennifer is currently an...
Over and over, it wouldn't stop. It replayed like a broken record, sometimes playing fast or playing slow, high-pitched or sometimes low; but it wouldn't stop the continuous ringing in my ears.
I could hear her voice, her high-pitched one that made you tighten your face in agony. I could see her eyes, her dark eyes that led you into an endless abyss. Her smile. Her grin, that stretched from ear to ear. The menacing giggle that would escape her lips inside the eerie darkness of her "playground". Her "playground"--a dark attic, a basement, or a secret room full of "toys" of mangy horror--a knife, a baseball bat, chains, rope, screwdrivers, rocks, hammers--you name it. She could use anything or nothing but use her mind to trick yours into thinking you're going completely insane. She'll lure you into her trap to where right where she wants you.
Scared. Vulnerable. Alone.
You'd think there was an escape from the darkness and pain, but deep down, you'd make yourself believe that there was no way out. How could you have been so ignorant? So fearful? So alone? So afraid of just a little innocent girl with short little dark braids and dainty white tights?
Mary.
She would be a name I'd never forget, but inside my haunted memory, I could see her face as clear as day. And of course, along with her familiar words that she'd always repeat:
"Ring around the rosy a pocket full of posies. Ashes. Ashes. We all fall. Down."
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This time I was at a train station, alone as I always was.
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My steps never seemed to hit the ground as the air above me seemed to be pushing me in a direction I didn't want to go, forwards towards a dark desolate train. There were no lights above me nor around me except for the bluish flickering lights of the train. Why was I here? Why was I alone? Where was everyone else?
My questions remained unanswered just as my feet refused to move any further. The wind picked up just as I saw the train taking off without me. Wherever it was going, I didn't want to have any part in it. The other one, however, accelerated towards me at a fast pace, faster than the one in front. It seemed almost as if it were going to derail and kill whoever was on it including mewhowasstandingidlenearthe edge.
The wind soon picked up as the rush of the train sped faster and faster down the dark tunnel just as the brakes of the train screeched, trying to slow to a stop but failing. It was coming closer and closer, but I couldn't move.
I yelled. I screamed.
My voice made no sound. I was stuck here.
The train passed by me, the air of the compact on the rails screeched and screamed until it crashed into the side of the wall. Fire everywhere, it consumed the station making no way of escape. No control over my own body, I fought the flames just as I saw another body walk through the flames towards me. It was a girl no younger than the age of ten. But this was no ordinary girl. She was the same girl that always appeared in my dreams. She looked the same. She sounded the same. She was always covered in blood, her hair dripping from the unknown water that fell from the ceiling. She smiled at me genuinely before she said the same thing that she always did.
