Callmeh_tilda's Book
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WHO’S THE DEMON?
“Come out, come out, where ever you are” the voice called out to her again. Magret wanted to escape as fast as she could but that seemed so impossible. “I know you’re still here, I can still smell your blood you know” he took in a deep breath then smirked his lips in satisfaction. Magret was completely terrified, not knowing what to do next. She tried her best not to cry out so he wouldn’t hear her. “Baby I just want to play, don’t you want to play with me?” He was speaking in a cajoling voice but his pouty tone frightened Magret. Magret stayed deathly still, she could see his polished leather shoe from under the Porch. She heard him step unto the porch and back inside. She heard the song turn back on. She was still silently sobbing with her eyes shut when she heard him again. “I see London, I see France, I see red underpants!” Magret opened her eyes to see his leather shoes in front of her followed by the leather gloves he wore on his hands, her screams drowning down his wicked laughter. He forcefully pulled her forward causing her to cry out in pain. Once he had her out of the porch she was kicking and screaming, begging her masked assailant to have mercy on her but all fell on deaf ears. She was so absorbed in trying to get free that she didn’t see the sharp knife he pulled out. He pushed the sharp blade into her chest and she gasped.