I've heard that some people have dreams when they are knocked out cold, I didn't. I saw blackness for what seemed like hours, and then woke up to the smell of rotting meat. My head lolled from one side to the other as the world began to take shape around me again. Something was terribly wrong though, my arms and legs were asleep and I was unable to move them, it was then I felt the incredibly tight ropes strapping me down to an old wooden chair. I could barely even struggle against them, my entire blood flow feeling cut off. There was a single bulb hanging from the ceiling above my head, lighting up a very small area around me. The floor was covered in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs, there were windows, but they were boarded up, the moonlight could barely show through the tightly nailed wood.
I was pretty sure I was in the old rickety house that I had driven the girl to, my suspicions being confirmed when I noticed the large tri-pronged symbol painted on the floor underneath the chair. Fear began to claim me then, I started to shake uncontrollably and began to cry out for help.
Then the little girl moved into the light.
"No one will hear you." She said quietly.
I ignored her and screamed louder for help and shook my chair around the room, trying desperately to free myself. Then I heard the laughter and a lot of shuffling. Two shapes moved into the light on both sides of the girl, they were walking on their knees. Their heads were covered with some sort of white cloth with the eyes cut off, making it impossible to see who they were. They were wearing all white like the...