The Forgotten Child

Chapter 14

I'm sorry it took way too long to update... But I needed time to think about where this story should go and I definitely know where to go with this story! It should be good :)       

Bridget finally entered her apartment and locked the door behind her. She closed the umbrella and threw it into the corner of the room. The rain was still banging hard onto the window. The flashes of lightning poured a little light into the room. The crackling of thunder actually made Bridget jump even though she wasn't scared of such dumb things like a thunderstorm. It was gloomy and dark, but she still felt the presence of a dark monster still following her.

Bridget wondered if she should go meet that guy named Phil. "Does he actually know what's wrong with me? Well, I guess I could talk to him tomorrow at... What was it? What was the time? I think 10:30 it was." Bridget thought to herself. Bridget walked into her gloomy bedroom. She opened her closet to hear what seemed to be like children whispering inside. Chills fell down her back, but she ignored it and grabbed her small nightgown. She took off her blue floral dress, but she still felt like someone was there.

She slipped on the nightgown and went to the bathroom. She then went back into her bed to lay down. She looked up at the dark ceiling and replayed everything that happened to her today. "I hope Shirley's okay," Bridget thought. The room started to get colder, but she pulled up the sheets to make a big ball of warmness. But that didn't help either it was still freezing. She exhaled, and she could see the cold smoke fall out. She started shivering and heard a sound come from her closet. It sounded like muffled whispers of children.

She held onto the sheets tighter and wondered what could possibly happen now. She could make out little parts of the conversation. "She needs to come back," What sounded like a little girl whispering in the closet. "She needs to enter the lair of dreams again," The girl whispered again. A weird distorted voice responded to her, but Bridget couldn't make out what it was saying.

Bridget looked over at the time, but the clock was melted to the ground. She picked up her hand to see that she had six fingers. "WHAT?" Bridget yelped. The girl started to talk louder, and she was saying, "Bridget... Bridget come here." The voice sounded very familiar to Bridget. It sounded like the girl from the cage she was watching once. Bridget flew the sheets to the side and let her feet dangle over the edge of the bed. She curled up her toes because of how cold it was. Her feet finally touched the ground and she then started to walk to her closet.

Her movements were slow and steady. She was trembling with fear though. Her hand surrounded the cold metallic knob and it felt like her hand was being frozen until it fell off. The weird six fingers on her hand were still there. She slowly turned the knob to open the door. It was a long dark hallway which showed a small girl at the end of it. A spotlight was above her, so she was visible. It was a girl with long black hair and she was wearing everything white. She also had the black tag that was going through her skin. She had a small doll in her hands with a blue floral dress and red hair like Bridget's. It was actually a doll that looked exactly like Bridget.

The girl's hair drooped really low and her head tilted up to look at Bridget. She also had dark brown eyes. The little girl spoke and said, "Bridget come in, come in please." Bridget was confused about everything, but she walked closer to the girl anyways. The tag read "TEST PATIENT: 3345" Bridget knew that it was the girl from the other dream now. Bridget stared down at the little girl and the girl said, "Hurry sit." Bridget sat down quickly and looked back at the girl who was messing with the dolls hair.

Bridget was about to speak before the girl broke the silence sooner. "A woman's soul needs to be taken with all the countless kid's souls also. She would be said to be the chosen one or known as the great messiah. She would fail her mission and her soul would be ripped out of her chest. Then comes the next century. The one born from above, the one descended from the heavens would be the great wolf. He would take the wolf gods soul and be powerful enough to procreate. He will then find a wife and have one child. His child will be the last key to burn down this thing you call earth. Fear will be the only emotion left," The little girl's eyes flickered and her whole tone changed. She jumped up towards Bridget and wrapped her hands around her arms.

"PLEASE KILL PHOBOS! DO NOT BELIEVE ANYTHING HE SAYS!" The girl screeched with tears falling down her face. "THE MYSTERIOUS MARKS ABOVE THE CHILDREN THAT GO MISSING ARE FROM HIM. WE ARE THE FORGOTTEN CHILDREN!" She yelled one last time before all expression left her face. A long spear plunged into her chest and she fell over... lifeless. Bridget scooted backwards and looked up to see Phobos with his white glowing eyes.

Bridget picked herself up to run towards the door but right before she reached it, it closed in front of her. She tried pulling the handle, but it was no use. She turned around to see Phobos standing tall behind her. "Dumb kids am I right. I guess I'm getting one someday," Phobos said with a dark smile. Bridget tilted her head in confusion. Phobos stepped closer to her ear and she suddenly got colder. He pressed his mouth against her ear and whispered, "I need your soul Bridget. I will get it. Just try to enter my lair of dreams. Please, I need you. Pax needs you." He said before he bit down on my ear and licked it. Bridget pushed him back in disgust and tried opening the door again but no use.

Bridget felt hands wrap around her shoulders feeling colder than ever. Phobos said slowly, "I think you have an appointment with a Psychic." A sharp pain fell down her back when Phobos gripped on tighter. She awoke on her bed with light pouring in through the window and her hands were back to normal.