Faces and masks: City of Fear

Chapter 4 - ("Fears continue or meeting the Tails Doll")

Emily's POV

"She won't come-that's the sad truth. But this town and this house are full of ghosts and spirits. And if I wanted to, I could be friends with any of them! all this the girl said with too much joy, but with a certain sadness in her voice.

I squinted at her. His feet seemed rooted to the floor, not to mention his body. And eyes stubbornly watched in this damned, drenched in blood, round a mirror. It was... scary. I used to believe in ghosts and other evil spirits, but to just like that ... I've never been in the habit of purposely meeting spirits, and to just like that...

The bloody Mary horror story was the most popular among teenagers, including at our school. I believed and was really afraid of this legend. Yes, and do not like mirrors, especially old ones. I thought for a long time that the mirror was forgotten here. There's nothing here but him.

As my body began to relax a little, I slowly reached out to the stained glass with trembling fingers, gently touching them with the tips. It's real blood. The smell of her filled my nostrils and made me sick. I squinted at the baby again. She looks ten years old, if not younger. She was thin, almost as tall as my chest, but her eyes told me otherwise. They were not the eyes of a child, though she generally behaved that way. Even her way of speaking... and those words ... Maybe she's a child with unusual abilities, like me? Externally it is the most ordinary girl, but not for nothing say that appearances are deceiving.

— You're pale... are you all right?" her excited voice and the touch on my shoulder brought me out of my reverie and paralysis. I flinched and whirled to face her.

"Y-Yes. Y-it's s-good ... Almost. my voice still trembled, as did I. Cold shivers ran down my spine, and the sight of blood on the mirror made me feel sick, and with it everything burned inside.

I don't know what my look or expression was, but the girl narrowed her emerald eyes and frowned at me for a moment, then smiled warmly and squeezed my hand.

— Go from here. We'll find Larry and play something else.

"Y-Yes. Good idea. I muttered as I followed her, purely on automatic, and because the grip of her thin little fingers was iron, and the strength was far from girlish or childish. I ran a hand over my bangs, wiping the cold sweat from my forehead. It is urgent to find the guys! There's something devilish going on in this house again! They need to be protected, and for that we need to stick together!

"This girl reminds me of the boy from the horror movie I recently watched with the guys. I think it was called the Sixth sense.»

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We walked hand in hand all the way to my living room. I could feel how sweaty my hand, but the girl is not the least bit embarrassed. The other was stained with blood and I had to run it over my dress to get rid of it.

When we went into the living room, I saw Sally and Larry from a distance. A smile appeared on my face, but disappeared when I noticed something was wrong. Sally stroked the brown-haired man's shoulder as he shivered, muttering to himself. Now he reminded me of Jay, who was also quite often subject to such paranoid attacks. But he was an ordinary man. What the hell?

"Emily! — in the voice of Larry was a relief. He took a deep breath and pulled away from Sally and came over to me, grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me. What was wrong with him? I tried to pull his hands away, but he kept shaking me. Then he saw Sally smiling sweetly at him, and he stopped walking away from me.

"Emily, I'm so scared. Very scared. Not only that, when I woke up, I was in my room, on my bed, so I learned something later. It was in the middle of the night. I can not sleep, and trying to distract myself, climbed into the Internet. Besides, I had a very bad dream and I wanted to know something. he spoke quickly and hastily, but I hung on every word. Sally, who is our Sally, was silent, watching me and the girl intently.