"Yana,Yana?! Come help me Yana. Where are you? Come help me! I need your help!" cried a haunting voice. Yana thought she'd seen this in one of the horror movies she and her mom watched every Friday night. Yana shrugged and thought it must have just been a trick of her mind based on lack of sleep.
"Yana, Yana! Hurry, I need your help!" came the cries again. Yana shrieked and sprinted home to her mother.
"Mama, Mama!" she cried while slamming into the house. "Help Mama! There's a girl calling me. Mama help, please quickly. I need your help Mama. She's calling me. Help! Help! She's scaring me now Mama! She needs help, but I don't wanna help her Mama. Please help me!" Yana screamed all in one breath.
"Yana, darling, relax. You must have misunderstood or imagined it. You haven't been sleeping well and you ate very late last night. That's probably what it is," Donna WInters cooed reassuringly. Yana started shaking her head violently and backing away from her mother.
"You don't believe me," Yana said in disbelief. "You Don't understand. She's going to hurt..." Yana started to say.
"Yana, Yana. You're taking too long. Where are you? I need your help, Yana. Come find me, Yana!" the voice shouted in Yana's head.
Yana began to shake uncontrollably. She fell to the floor and writhed around as if in excruciating pain. Her mother screamed and bent down to examine her daughter.
"Yana! Talk to me, please wake up. Yana, you're scaring me. Stop this. YANA!" Yana heard in one part of her head. The rest was occupied by the tortured cries of "Yana, Yana, Yana, Yana. I know you can hear me. Come find me Yana."
Suddenly, everything stopped. No more shaking. No more excruciating, motherly, cries. No more writhing around, and most importantly of all, no more haunted voices.
Then, quietly, the mother whispered, "Yana, what's wrong, hunney?" Yana blinked and rose slowly from the kitchen floor.
"What's wrong, Mama? Why do you seem so scared?" Yana question obliviously.
"You mean, you don't remember? You scared me half to death Yana Winters! Don't ever do that again."
Before her mother even finished talking, Yana collapsed to the ground, unbreathing.
"Yana, Yana. You didn't come find me. Now can you see me? Now you've joined me! Now we can play!" her mother finally heard. Donna burst into tears.
"Donna, Donna. Your daughter didn't find me. Maybe you can. Come find us, Donna. We need your help! Hurry!" chorused two young, haunted voices.
