Chapter 3- Escape- Taken by HER

        I turned around trying to find the source of the sounds. Nothing. No more sounds. What was that? Why was it talking? My mind froze for a second as it bought of the possibilities. Maybe it was... Her? I've never thought of Her to talk. Her seemed she would be the silent killer at the end of a hall, like in one of the horror movies the popular kids would go and see after school. But was it actually Her? Or was it something else?
      You could think of me as something else. But if rather be called Foni. 
      Foni? What kind of name is that? Why are my thoughts being answered? Wh-
      You have some sort of problem with my name? That's new. How about you come a little closer to see what I really look like? Your blood won't be bubbling for long.
       Bubbling blood? I demand a response to who you are! Wait, I'm thinking this... So how is Her finding out what I'm thinking? There is that possibility it isn't Her. Its... Its a voice in my head. But I can't control it!
      Why haven't you realized that yet? Are you arrogant? Well, a little taste of that blood could really get me to tell more...
     More about what? And you can't taste my blood! Your in my head. You can't hurt me.
      Maybe that's what you think. But really your wrong. If I'm in your head, I control it don't I? And you might now want to insult me. I see one coming on. When I'm upset.. You die.
      What? What do you mean? I can just shut you off. Like that. Right there. No more talking.
      You have it all wrong. I control you. I always do. You may not feel like it, but anything I tell you to do you will eventually do. It may take years, but you will feel an urge to do it. You will turn into a self you never thought you had. Dark self. Murderous self. Here, take an example. Break out. Go far into the forest. Go on. Far away where Her will never catch you. Family. You will find family.
       You're wrong! Its not family without Margi... She was my sister. I will never feel the same without her. I won't until I find out that she died peacefully. I know that's not true. But its hopeful to think she might've had a nice burial with family and friends, weeping at the sight of the many roses laid down in her honor.
       Suddenly I felt a jerk. My chest felt lighter, as if a thousand pound chain was lifted off of me. I heard a clink and shot my eyes down to the floor where a metal chain lied.
      I stood up. I can stand! I'm free! I hurried down the hall and over to the door. I wiggled the stiff and old copper knob, but it wouldn't budge. It must be locked on the other side. I looked back over to the old oak chair where I sat for a year. Above it was the window. The window! That's it. I can break it. I ran over to the window and looked at my skinny arms and tiny weak hands. I Don't think ill be able to break it with my hands... Maybe the chair? I untangled the chain form the chair and picked it up. I smashed it against the window only a few times before it shattered into the yard. As I climbed out the window and down the vines I ended up jumping down to the lush grass. Then I remembered. Her.
       Her would be there. I didn't bother to turn around, I'm not going to risk catching her eye. I scaled the brick wall, scared to get to the end of it and have to find a way to not see Her. I finally got to the end of the wall and sighed. I could feel a cold breath on my neck, and knew it was Her. She whispered something, but I couldn't catch it. I quickly slipped off of the wall and shot my eyes down. I could hear her cackle, and saw her trying to get me to look her in the eye.
      As I got to the road I sheelded my eyes from Her. I ran. As fast as I could, with my eyes sealed shut, until I bumped into something. I could no longer feel the cold chilling breath down on my neck, so I opened my eyes to find a little hut. It was makeshift, and seemed to be open. I looked up at the half moon, which seemed to have a person on it. I shook it off and freaked open the door. There was a small light purple blanket with some wear on it, and a little leaf pillow that was freshly made. I yawned, and sat down. Who owned this place anywa-... I drifted off to sleep on top of the blanket, with my head resting on the leafs. Where did Her go?

Chapter 2 - Sally - Taken by HER

         Ever since my babysitter, Hannah, got eaten by HER, I've lived in this small hut. I miss my family and my bunny, Snuffle. Everyday, I wake up and go to the river to fill my metal pan with water. I pick strawberries and go back to my hut. That is what my breakfast is everyday. I'm more strong and skilled than most 5 year old girls, because I have been living alone in this dirty hut since last July. It's been over a year and is August now. The heat is around 80 degrees fahrenheit and I am wearing a light sweater, leggings, and a pink t-shirt. It's all I have. When me and Hannah were in these woods, I had brought a backpack with a lantern, blanket, and a stuffed toy. We were taking a walk in the woods when I went to pick flowers. When I turned around, Hannah was gone.

"A new day," I sigh, sitting up in my hut. I grab the metal pan and my plastic bag I found in my backpack. I head for the river and do my daily routine. I walk to the rushing spot, and fill my pan. The fast moving water is always the cleanest. I pick 8 strawberries off the bush and walk back to the hut. As I eat my breakfast, I see it. The house. I look away fast, but I hear a faint, "help me....." I quickly leave my hut and walk over to the herb rock- as I call it. Plenty of vitamin and nutrients filled herbs grow there, and it's how I stay healthy. Sometimes, I think about my friends who I haven't seen for a year- Kylie, Jenna, Bea, and Chloe. I have visions of them on the playground, playing on the monkeybars together. I dream about going home one day, but these woods seem to go on forever and ever.

The stars come out and I hear the howl of a wolf. I lock the door to my hut and cuddle up with my blanket and leaf pile (my pillow.) and go to sleep. 
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"Ring around the rosie....... pocket full of posey........ ashes......... ashes... we all... fall... DOWN." I see Kylie, Jenna, Bea, and Chloe- but with blood coming from their eyes, black liquid on their faces. Their clothes are torn and falling off. They come closer and I scream, finding myself in my hut. "It was a dream... Sally," I tell myself. It was midnight. Creeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaak.
                              

Chapter 1- Bermi - Taken By Her

There was a little brick home in the dead middle of a forest in Lousiana. The house was so far out into the wilderness, the place it stood had no name. If you were to look into the vine-covered window in the attic on a hot Autumn day, you would see a girl peeking out. If you were unfortunate enough to be taking a walk along the little deserted path that goes along the forbidden river to her home- you might as well not try to run.
    
    Those poor poor people! I've never wish someone to be stranded in this wood. There is a little secret I know you see; those people are never in any real danger. Not unless they look at her. But, the real problem is she's everywhere. You can never escape her grasp once she sees you looking at her hideous face. It's terrible! I never know where they actually go once she captures them, but i do intend to find out as soon as i can stand up- UMPH- well,the chains are still here so i guess until i break them off.
    my living situation is not very fine in my opinion. I'm chained to a wooden post that goes through this old home. There's a mirror at the other end of the hall, and  can see bits and pieces of my long blonde hair, starry blue speckled eyes, and my petite black shoes that i wore to the dance on my last night free. The rest is just smudged and broken. Really, it represents the last year I've been here. No one ever dares to come inside the home. Like it has some plague, but I thinks it's rather charming. Sharp point at the top of the roof, vines covering the windows, roses in the front yard near the willow tree where Margi dissapeared a few months ago, destressed bricks barely staying together through the hundreds of years it's been here.

   Margi was my sister. She was opposite of me, with a shy nature and dark features. I still remember the day she found the old rubber neck pliers that seemed they couldn't even cut a twig. But sure enough she busted out. I still wonder why she didn't break me out too, right then and there. He excuse was she's older and should scope for danger before i could come along. After all she was older, but I admit I'd rather have gone along with her than stay here alone.

      Little cracks creeped from the wall, and soon enough a bloody decaying hand broke away the old green floral print wallpaper holding a small chipped white plate holding a loaf of bread and peas. This was normal for me, the only thing that had fed me the last year was a hand that sometimes would stay for longer than invited. It creeped me out at first, as may you be. But really this is normal. I learned to take the food after a few days, and it tasted rather plain, but if your accepting service from and unknown, it may be the only thing you can rely on.

      I took the food and the hand disappeared back into the wall, just to come out minutes later with a small rusty blue and gold teacup, full of water than seems it had just came from the river. Salty, but good, I thought.

      I looked back outside just to see Her whisk into the bushes. I sighed at the sight of the monstrous being, if it even is human. Her creeped back out and snarked, trying to taunt me into breaking out, as if I would ever follow my sister. I have already gone through her death, I would not want to die now that we could not be together while doing so. This may sound gruesome, but think what you want. If this situation would come upon you, I bet you would feel the same.

      But, I have come to the realization that you won't. Because you don't live in an unnamed place, you don't have a sister named Margi, and  you most certainly aren't chained to a wooden post in an old tutor with a corpse hand feeding you! 

       I shake in my chair when I get angry, and it rattles the chains that will forever enclose my present body. At least I can dream of being free. With no Her. With my family, friends, even foes. 

      Thump. Creak. Thump. Hack. Cough. Thump.

      What is that?

      Thump. Cough. Bermi? Hello? Its me. Are you there? Haha. Good times Bermi. Those were good times. You hear me? Good times. Don't think about losing me too.

An Introduction (SZKITTY)

Hello. You may know me from YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCTP8HzihEKwf0_QYLXDa6AA) or my other blog (http://szkittysfangurlworld.blogspot.com/). I am the other main writer of this story. I write the chapters with Sally, a five year old girl who is abandoned and lives in an abandoned hut in the woods. I am looking foward to writing this story with Cici. (P.S. I also love creepy stuff and have written more stories, including Anonymous girl which I will soon be turning into a blog.) 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪😋😋😋😋😋😋👣👣👣👣👣👣

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This is Cici- I'm one of the main authors of this blog! The chapters I write are about Bermi, a 15 year old girl trapped in this house that is in the middle of a forgotten wood. I hope you enjoy! P.S i like creepy stuff... So... If that wasn't already obvious you can go on with your day... 👣👣👣👤🔪