4,624. 4,625. 4,626. Days, no, maybe months; I can't remember. 4,627. 4,628. 4,629. Why am I here? Wait. Who am I? My name. What's my name? 4,630. 4,631. 4,632. A blood curdling scream slices through the air. 4,633. 4,634. 4,635. Another scream. "Keep counting... 4,636. 4,635. 4,629. No wait. 4,600 no, what was it. Dammit I lost count again". Click! The door unlocks, slowly it falls open letting a flood of like illuminates the basement. A figure fills the frame of the door. No, not today. I was good.
"Hello beautiful". A sugary sweet voices glides through the air and to my ears. I flinch, cause I know what lies at the end of that voice.
"It's your turn to play, darling" I stand on shaky legs, I know not to disobey. You've lost count.
I reach her and she smiles. "Let's go play", her voice is warm, but her hands are cold. A metallic smell rolls off her. It's blood.
Start counting.
1.2.3...
The door closes behind me with a soft click.
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Short StoryGirls are going missing on campus, your mother is scared out of her mind because thats your college. But it could never happen to you, you're different. Right? Wrong! So very wrong.
