China Dolls

Mrs. Randall (Not Complete)

August 21st

It is Sunday today. So I am free from Hell. I went for another walk around town today, I was planning on visiting Sarah today but when I stopped outside her shop a sign reading 'Closed Indefinatly" was posted in the window. The day after I meet her she closes her shop forever? Who cares. I walked for a long time today, I found myself in the woods. Surrounded by so much death. Not a single flower or leaf. There was however a river. Not like any river I had ever seen though. The water had a slightly red tint to it. I was a Falcon Scout back home, red water is usually a sign of iron in the water. Something about this water seemed different It was a darker tint of red. When I reached down to touch it someone grabbed me and pulled me back, a faint smell of cigarettes mixed with Dior Perfume burned my nose. Sarah. When I turned around, there was no one there. I don't understand.

August 21st Cont.

"I didn't sign off earlier because I had more to tell. When I got home from my walk Dad and Mom were gone. However Old Mrs. Randall sat on my front stoop. She was lined with wrinkles and grey hairs. She informed me that my parents had hired her to watch me while they were out for the night. I do NOT need a babysitter. I am 17 almost 18. Practically an adult. Right? Anyway, Mrs. Randall ended up just watching some lame Soap Opera on our TV. Mom and Dad have been out for a while now, I am starting to get worried. I also noticed something about Old Mrs. Randall. Well more so her house. All her lights were off for once. Maybe the city had cut her power?"

August 21st Cont.

"Update, Mom and Dad are still not home. It has been 5 or 6 hours. Mrs. Randall has turned on every single light in my home now. I don't understand what is going on. I tried to call Mom, then Dad but it went right to voicemail. I went to ask Mrs. Randall about when they should be home.

"Oh they never said, but don't you worry. I have all the time in the world."

All the time in the world? No one can possibly have that much time, RIght?

I decided to just go back upstairs and try to go to bed. But I just couldn't, I was worried. Then the bright idea of sneaking out to explore Old Mrs. Randall's home entered my mind. She was obviously hiding something. I mean what 87 year old woman suddenly goes from having all her lights on to a pitch black home?"