Dead.

The song repeated in my mind as I sat in the cold, abandoned mental hospital with my friend, Natasha.

Incy wincy spider climbed up the water spout,

Down came the rain and washed poor incy out,

Out came the sun and dried up all the rain

So incy wincy spider climbed up the spout again!

It was a song Mama sang to me when I was four years old. I was scared, so scared. Dark shadows appeared on my wall that night, little did I know that they weren't what my mother told me. They weren't just random shadows that appeared on my wall because of the trees outside my window.

"Down came the rain..." I whispered to myself as Natasha flashed her flashlight in a room filled with graffiti. There, lay a tub that was still full of water, dirty, dirty water.

"Whoa..." said Natasha. I was shaking, afraid and terrified. Why had I agreed to coming, I didn't know. It was stupid.

"Tasha, let's go, we don't need to be here," I whined, tugging on her sleeve. She shook me off, "stop being a baby, Em."

Incy wincy spider climbed up the water spout,

Down came the rain and washed poor incy out,

Out came the sun and dried up all the rain

So incy wincy spider climbed up the spout again!

The flashlight started to dim suddenly, the wind became violent and soon we couldn't see a thing. "Natasha," I cried, hoping to find her by my side. I didn't and I whimpered. The flashlight suddenly dimmed back on and there was Natasha right in front of me, hung. I screamed, there was someone else here. Someone? Was it even a someone? Whispers were everywhere, near me, around me, lurking in the darkness. I ran, holding the flashlight in my hand when I tripped over and fell. The flashlight bounced away from me and switched off, leaving me in total darkness. "Incy wincy spider climbed up the water spout...." It wasn't me singing, but a little girl who stood in front of me. She was glowing with light, her eyes were white and her skin pale. There was a knife in her chest, she stood there with a hunched back. Her voice gave me goosebumps, it was too perfect, too sweet. "...down came the rain..." she gave me a smile that made me whimper again, tears were in my eyes. This wasn't real, ghosts weren't real. "...and washed poor incy out..." her head tilted to the side and her hand reached for me, grabbing hold of my neck, suffocating me while she sang, "...out came the sunshine and dried up all the rain..." She took out her knife that reeked of blood and my eyes widened, I tried to escape, but it was no use. She was too strong for me, this little girl. She pointed the knife at my heart, "...so incy wincy spider climbed up the spout -" she pushed the knife into my chest, penetrating my heart. I gasped, the whole world fading. But before I left the world, my last word finished off her song. "..again..."