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~Ginger's POV~
"Gingy is it true? Is it true?"
Nikolai, Atsuki and I were eating breakfast when my little sister had come up and began tugging at my sleeve.
Atsuki squawked at me, seeming to want to know the answer too.
"Is what true?" I mumbled around my mouthful of grits.
Emma took a deep breath before continuing, "Lily told me that Alexis told her that Carl told her that there's a real-life boogeyman in this prison!"'
Considering I was half asleep, Nikolai was quicker to respond than I was.
“Oh, you bet there is. I saw him myself.” Nikolai told her.
Emma’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. I shot him a glare, knowing that Emma would be waking me up with nightmares tonight.
“You did? Was he scary?”
Nikolai nodded solemnly, “He was real scary. Kind of gross, too. Well you see this boogeyman was no ordinary boogeyman.”
“What’dya mean?” Emma asked, more intrigued than scared.
“This boogeyman had claws.”
“Claws?”
“You heard me. And he was hairy. He had hair all over him.”
“Hair?”
Nikolai nodded, “Yeah. Now that I think about it, he was kind of cute.”
I choked on my oatmeal.
Was he fawning over a murderer?
Looking over at Nikolai, I detected a hint of mischief that Emma didn't catch.
“Cute?” Emma echoed, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“You betcha. He’s got a big, pink tongue and he’s real soft.” Nikolai told her.
“L-like a dog?”
He nodded again, downed the rest of his oatmeal, stood up and offered me his hand.
“Speaking of dogs,” he said, “Ginger, I have something to show you. Emma, I do believe that Beth was looking for you.”
Emma skipped off, all thoughts of the alleged boogeyman forgotten.
Taking Nikolai’s hand, he pulled me up from the bench easily and led me outside of the cell block.
The place was somewhat isolated and I couldn't hear any noise from the people working on the fences or in the field.
“What is this about?” I questioned him, letting my hand slip from his.
“Before I tell or show you anything, you have to promise to keep an open mind.” He said.
I raised my eyebrows, “Just tell me what the fuck is going on.”
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