The Origins

Prologue:

Ginger was woken up by the sound of her one year old daughter's crying. She lived alone and dealing with a 'sick' daughter who cried every night was too much for her.

"Nothing is wrong with Ellie, she's alright." the doctor had said to Ginger everytime she visited the hospital. She was convinced that something was wrong with her. She'd pull the doctor to the side and tell him she'd been having dreams, strange dreams about a little girl in her house. She never told anyone else but the doctor.

"I think I need help Mark " she'd say to him before taking her daughter and walking out of the hospital. The two had been high school friends and till now, were quite inseparable.

Ginger dragged her feet to Ellie's room, bags under her eyes making her look like a zombie, complete with the bloodshot eyes. She took the baby into her arms and cradled her, Ellie's weight pushing her arms down, slowly. She held her upright and stared her in the eyes.

"You're sick my baby. " she said. Ginger pulled her baby closer and smiled, humming Goodbye by Celine Dion. Ellie drifted into a deep sleep. Her mother put her back into bed and returned to hers. After a few minutes of sleep, Ginger woke up again, looking worried and looked at her window.

"I have to do it today, no sleep for me." she said to herself. She got out of bed and opened the front door. The cold air of the night made her shiver a little. She walked to her tool shed and took out a hammer and some nails. She took out a few planks she had already cut out and began assembling them.

In the morning Mark left his home to visit his closest friend. He left his car by the gate and opened it himself as he had always done. As he was walking in, he found Ginger sleeping by the tool shed with a badly made box beside her. He ran to her.

"Ginger! Are you alright?." he asked, his blue-green eyes wide open. He shook Ginger awake.

"Oh Mark, you're here. Did I finish making it, were you helping me?" she asked with a worried look on her face.

"Finished making what? What are you talking about?" Mark asked looking confused.

"The box."

The young doctor shook his head and helped his friend into her house.

"What's going on with you, Ginger?"

"What do you mean? "

"Don't play dumb with me, I've known you for so long and you know you can tell me anything."

"Mark, it's the girl. She tells me to do all these weird things. She's going to take my daughter.I have to kill her to save her."

"What... which girl are you talking about!? "

"The girl in my room told me that if..."

"Girl in your room....w-what are you talking about?" interrupted Mark.

Before Ginger could say anything, Ellie started crying. Ginger did not move, she kept sitting in her chair.

"Leave her, she's sick." Ginger said when Mark was about to go and get Ellie.

Mark stared at his friend and shook his head. "When was the last time you slept, you need some rest Ginger."

Ginger stood up and shook her head. "No way!" she screamed "nothing is wrong with me, I don't need rest. The girl said I don't need rest!" after saying this Ginger left the house and went back to the tool shed. She picked up her box and headed for the house. She burst through the door and found Mark holding Ellie "Put her in there!" she shouted "the girl said l must put her in there, I want to save my daughter, Please Mark, please!" she begged, in her arms a black box with a chain around it and a large lock.

Mark looked at her and asked her what girl she was talking about.

"I am the girl in the room, the owner of the baby's soul. Give me the baby." Ginger said in a child's voice. Her eyes were black as hell.

"Ginger?... "

"Ginger isn't here, I control her, I control her dreams. Her baby is mine. Her life is mine." she said stepping towards Mark and Ellie.
Mark shuffled backwards shaking his head.

"Give her to me! " Ginger, or who Mark thought was Ginger, shouted.

"Ginger it's me, Mark. What are you doing?"

"I'm not Ginger! " she hissed.

Mark managed to push 'Ginger' away and ran to his car with Ellie. Ellie cried and cried looking in her mother's direction. She wanted to go back to her mother. Mark ignored her and drove away without looking back.