The House That Wept

Chapter 6

I tried my best to forget about her father and brother. I still had a fading picture of them in my head. I was pulled from my thoughts when I was yanked forward once more. I was being taken who knows where.

I heard an earpiercing scream from somewhere else in the house. My eyes widened. That was probably one of my friends. Tears threatened to spill down my face. I closed my eyes tightly and told myself that they would be fine. Claire stopped in front of a large door and knocked five times. The door swung open with a creak.

There was no way this was happening. I backed up a bit. This was not how the camping trip was supposed to go. This was supposed to be fun not life threatening. I was pulled through the door and gasped as I saw what was inside. I could no longer hold back my tears. I felt them streaming down my face. Lying around her room were dead girls. Their mouths were stitched closed and their skin was deadly pale.

"No, no no!" Claire said skipping over to me. "You shouldn't be crying! You won't be like them. I like you! You'll be my friend." She clapped her hands and went and sat on her bed, dragging me along. She wiped the tears from my eyes and grabbed two of the girls from the ground. She placed one on my lap and handed me a brush. I looked down and found myself staring into the life's eyes of a girl with green eyes, freckles and red hair.

I turned to Claire. She was brushing the hair of a girl with black hair and amber eyes. Claire looked at me expectantly. She then looked down to the girl on my lap. I picked up the brush and slowly brushed her hair. I heard a muffled noise and looked up, Claire did too. I looked to where the noise was coming from and my eyes widened.

A young girl, probably 13, with light brown hair and emerald green eyes was struggling to stand. Tears flowed down her face as she did so. She was able to stand but what happened next will never leave my mind. Claire stormed towards her. She reached into her dress and pulled out a knife.

I froze in place as she walked up to the girl and plunged the knife into her heart. I felt yet another tear slide down my face as the poor girl looked at me with pleading eyes, tears streaming down her face. I heard one last strangled noise as she fell to the ground, lifeless. Claire giggled and pulled the knife out of the now dead girls chest. She started at it for a while before skipping back to the bed and continued brushing her "doll's" hair.

"Can't believe I forgot one!" She said laughing. I kept brushing the girl in my laps hair. She's insane. I looked to the girl again. At least I'm special or something. I don't know why but thank goodness. All of a sudden Claire grabbed both the girls and threw them in a corner. She took our brushes and placed them on a bedside table.

"Wha-" I started.

"I need to change that dolls clothes!" She said, "I've done it with all of them. Can't have blood on them, now can we?" She giggled and pulled a pink dress and walked over to the girl with emerald eyes. I looked down at my lap as she changed her outfit. When I looked up Claire was right in front of me. She started at me, as if she was looking into my soul.

All of a sudden tears of blood started pouring down her face. She threw herself onto me and I felt the blood dripping onto my white shirt. She hugged me tightly and buried her face in my shoulder. What made her cry. She pushed herself half of me. Her arms holding her above me, looking down at me, tears still falling onto me. I shifted uncomfortably. She rolled beside me and sighed. She looked at me and touched my shirt that was now covered in blood.

"Let's change your outfit." She said, her mood changing to cheerful in a split second.

"No no I'm fine." I assured her but she didn't listen.

"Long or short?" She asked. I didn't want to wear a long dress, because then I couldn't run properly when I needed to.

"Short." I muttered. I carefully stood up and crept towards the door. Claire was busy looking for a dress so now was my chance. Just as I reached the door I heard Claire stop rustling through her closet.

"Where are you going?" She asked. I slowly turned around. Claire stood there, frozen like a statue, staring at me. Without warning she rushed towards me. Tears of blood fell from her eyes again. "Don't leave!" She screamed, her voice sounded demonic.

Then everything went black.