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Third Room At The End of The Hall

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The girl stood infront of the mirror, carefully studiying her apperance. It’s day four of no sleep, and her eyes have started to sink into her skull. The charcole black bags above her cheek bones emphasize the purple-red veins that drew lacy patterns in the whites of her eyes. Her twigg like fingers brushed through her red matted hair as she tried to untangle it.

“Wendy, it’s time for bed!” The girl grimaced at her name, and silently cursed Peter Pan. Wendy gently stepped from behind the threshhold of the bathroom and made her way towwards the darkened hallway.
As Wendy reached the first room on the left side of the hall, her eyes darted around the walls, watching the shadows congeal in the corners.
At the second doorway Wendy’s frail hands started to shake. She ran her hands through her hair, twined her fingers together and folded them into her nightgown as she treid to convince herself and the shadows that she was not afraid. At the third egress and jerked the light switch on. She covered her ears with twin pale hands as the sound of shadows screeching peirced her eardrums. The blotched figures raced away from the light, twisted and folded into themselfs then dissapeared into the corners of her room.
Wendy scrunched up her face in disgust as the smell of their rotting flesh like substance hit her nose. She crawled into her bed, snuggling into the warm blankets as she fought to stay awake. Every time her eyes closed, she couldn’t help but to yelp in surprise as the shadows came out from their hiding places and tried to wrap their slimy tendrils around her throat. She tried to keep from falling asleep, and hated herself as her consciousness drifted away from her.
The dreamscape was black and white and grey and red. Grey clouds hung over her head and grey rain sizzled on her skin as if it was acid. Wendy’s periwinkle eyes searched the forest of black trees for the familiar face. Her eyes locked with the glowing red embers that sunk into the eye sockets of the creature. She reached out a frail hand and the creature took a step closer and laced it’s long, spidery fingers with hers. It straightened out its back, cracking the almost visible vertebrates in its back. The thing stood almost three feet taller than her, with sharp, blade-like teeth.
“You’ve finally come to us.” It said, spreading its other hand across her cheek. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
“You have?” Wendy asked, her voice trembling with fear. She tried to flinch away from the creature, but couldn’t move. The monster-man smiled and nudged the small fire next to him with his toe.
“Don’t be so scared” he cooed, releasing her face. As the cool wind brushed over her cheek, Wendy felt it burn, and smelled the beefy smell of burnt flesh. Wendy nodded, but could feel her heart start to race as she searched for a way to move, a way to escape. “Oh, little lamb, why are you so afraid of me? I won’t hurt you….much” The creature reached into the fire and pulled out two perfectly round scarlet cinders.
“Do you know why you’re here?” he asked, as Wendy shook her head he said “No, of course not, but I’ll tell you why. Blue eyes, you see, are the most valuable kinds of eyes. They protect innocent and creative souls.” The monster paused and blew on the flaming embers, cooling them slightly. “We leviathans are cobalt souls that have gone astray.” He rolled the coals around in his palms like marbles. “The only way we can come back to life is if we find another blue eyed soul to steal. Now do you understand?” Wendy tried to speak, but her mouth seemed glued shut. “Oh, of course you understand, you’re a smart soul, that’s why I picked you.” The monster smiled and showed his perfectly sharpened teeth. He balanced the smoldering embers in one hand and reached his other claw tipped hand out to her face.
Wendy felt the first stab of pain and then felt nothing. Blackness surrounded her, and once again she was mad at herself for falling asleep.
The monster stretched his arms out, and smiled. His once clawed fingers were now small and pale. “Wendy, come on, get ready for school!” The monster blinked and smiled at the shadows that pooled in the corners of Wendy’s room.
“Good morning my brothers and sisters, you are all in luck, because this entire family has blue eyes.” He said in his new voice.




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