Caylee
The kids always come in pairs. In my five years of this work, I'd learned more than I had in my whole nine years of schooling. I watch a girl, around six years old, throw pebbles in what looked to be an older brothers hood. A cry to my left brings my attention to anoter young girl crying and gripping her mother. Pathetic. He wouldn't be pleased with any of these children. I hang down my head, and am about to slip back through the whole in the fence, when I see her. Three foot five inches, blonde hair, green eyes, deathly pale skin, and a daunting look in her eyes. One glance at her and I could see she had lived well beyond her years and is filled to the brim with cold blooded hate. She'd put up a fight definetley, but not for long, not once she sees how much better it is with Him, how much she needs Him. I predict the scratching and screaming as she fights to get away when I steal her away. The rush of blood to my hand as I smack her reapeatedley to keep her in line. He would love her. I know Him better than anyone. Yes, I'm sure of it. She's next.
She'll be my sixth.
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The Ring
Mystery / ThrillerThousands of girls go missing every year. Where do they go? The dissapearence of one and the fight to find her reveals all.
