I can feel the trickle of blood as the tree branches scratch at my face. I know the moon is up there but I’m having a hard time finding it. My breathing is getting faster and faster and I can feel the pebbles as they grind into the soles of my feet. I have to get there…I’m not sure where “there” is exactly but I have to reach it. Her life depends on me getting there first. I try to look behind me for a glance at what is following me but the darkness shields it. I can sense it getting closer and closer, its icy breath reaching the back of my neck. I start to feel a panicked urgency and I try to pump my legs faster, but all of the sudden I’m losing control of my senses. My brain is screaming for my legs to run, but I feel as if I’m sinking into quick sand. I open my mouth to yell but of course no sound will come. I have to get there, I have to get there…
My eyes slowly start to open as I realize that my head is pounding and I can’t move my arms or legs. The light above me is so bright that all I can do is squint and vaguely make out the shape of the bed that I am tied to and my bare feet. My heart starts to sink as I realize that the nightmare that I thought I was waking up from was not a nightmare at all. The stinging on the bottom of my feet and the burning scratches on my cheek are proof that whatever happened was real.
As I turn my head to the right and open my eyes a little further I see another bed, but it’s empty. It’s starting to come back to me; a little girl used to be tied to that bed and now she’s gone.
Oh no, the room. They’ve taken her to the room.
I start to shiver uncontrollably as the realization of my helplessness overcomes me. I can hardly think through the blinding pain that is coursing through my head, and the fluorescent lights above my bed are not helping.
Suddenly I hear noises on the other side of the door and then it creaks open. It’s a large metal door that scrapes along the floor as it’s pushed open by a large man carrying the little girl in his arms. He walks over to the empty bed and carelessly drops her onto the thin mattress before re-tying her arms and legs with the restraints attached to the frame. She is obviously unconscious as her head lolls to the side and she lays limp as a doll. What have they done to her?
Hours pass as I try unsuccessfully to sleep. I start to think I’m becoming delirious from pain and lack of sleep when I begin to hear a hissing from across the room. I turn my head to find the little girl’s eyes boring into me, red as fire, and her mouth is forming a perfect little circle as she makes that hideous hissing noise; a cross between a hiss and a low scream. I have no idea what her name is or if she’s even trying to communicate with me. I can’t tell if she’s angry, scared, or both and she continues to make this strange hissing noise. It gets louder and louder until finally the large man that brought her in comes back through the door and walks over to her bed.
Before I can even blink, the little girl has escaped her restraints, jumped onto the man’s shoulders and plunged a mouth full of tiny little teeth right into his neck, making blood squirt all over the wall in a perfect arc. The whole thing takes maybe three seconds but it feels like an eternity. My heart is beating out of my chest but I’m trying to lie there as quietly as possible, hoping maybe she’ll forget I’m here. No such luck. She pushes the man’s body onto the floor and then stands on his back as she slowly turns toward me, blood dripping from her mouth and her eyes still blazing as red as fire. She jumps onto the floor and starts to run at my bed, blond hair flying behind her and her bare feet making only a slight “thump thump” across the floor.
I close my eyes and prepare to die a painful, bloody death. I’m waiting for the bite, but it doesn’t come. Instead I feel my arms and legs being untied and she then hisses “follow me”. It doesn’t take me long to decide to follow the little girl with red eyes and sharp teeth instead of waiting for the big men in scrubs who carry long needles.
We get into the hallway and begin to run. With lightning speed she takes chunks out of the necks of three more men, leaving them lifeless and bloody in our wake. I don’t have time to think about how gross or surreal this is; I’ve got to get out of here. We finally reach the main door of the building, pull it open and start to run as fast as possible into the woods. I’m feeling a bit of déjà vu, minus the evil little gremlin beside me. We reach a clearing where she points to the other side and hisses at me to head east until I come to the highway. I don’t even have time to ask her where she is going or to tell her thank you before she literally flies into the woods and disappears. I have no time to process this insane ordeal; I plan on getting far, far away from here.