Truth Behind My Terror

Chapter One:Descend To Hell

I woke up to blood dripping from the ceiling. Horror flooded my senses as a realization hit me. Not again, please lord, not again. As I got up off the floor, I noticed all the dolls and blood. Then I heard the familiar sound of a child's laughter."Ashley, he's coming for you" a little girl who haunted my nightmares giggled.A second later she disappeared into the darkness of the hallway. Here comes the dead girl. A minute later a little girl in a once white gown, now soaked with blood, came into view. "Run Ashley, Run Away, He's coming to play!" the dead girl whimpered with terror in her eyes. There was a sickening crack as the dead girl's neck was snapped. Behind her stood a man that I dreaded seeing ever since I was nine years old. "Hello Darling, so nice to see you again." Christopher. His grin grew wider, and his eyes if possible, became holes of eternal night. "You do remember me!" he grinned with amusement. "I have been so bored here, having no one to play with," Christopher said with a hint of sadness in his tone. "But now that you're here, I am never letting you go!" he said with a wicked laugh, as he tried to grab my arm. I jerked out of the way at the last moment, leaving Christopher to grab nothing but air. As I shot out of the door, he called to me " you can't keep running from your past Ashley." As I got to the stairs, I heard him very faintly say "I will always find you." Goosebumps erupted across my skin as his words latched onto my mind, feeding the fear that I harbored. As I ran down the corridor, I could not get what he said out of my mind. I will always find you. I tore my mind away from the thought and continued running, trying to find a way out. But everywhere I turned he was there. As I saw the door I felt something cold snake around my waist, and pull me back into the depths of the house. I screamed and cried out for help as I was thrown onto a bed and tied to the posts. Christopher loomed over me and smiled " I told you, I would never let you go" he said as he trailed a bloody hand down my cheek. He unbuckled his pants and that's when the pain started.....

I woke up to being tossed into a cage like a rag doll. I laid sprawled on the floor until I felt something warm drip onto my lips. My eyes snapped open at the metallic, salty taste. Bile rose up in my throat as my mind registered what it was. Blood. As my eyes tracked the source of such foul liquid, I noticed that there were multiple cages in the room. All of them, once containing living beings, were reduced to rotting corpses. One cage, I noticed, contained what once was a little girl, but now was a lump of mold and bones. Tears sprang to my eyes at the thought of the little girl, whose life was stolen from her. I was abruptly snapped out of my horror when I heard the faint sound of footsteps. Then silence. Suddenly the door to my cage slammed open. I screamed and scrambled to the darkest corner of the cage, quaking in fear.