"Where are we going?" quipped the young girl clasping his ring and middle fingers as she attempted to navigate through the tall grass that obscured most of the empty landscape that was around her. She walked at a brisk pace, sometimes breaking into a quick walk to keep up with the man dragging her along. She made sure to hop over puddles and walk without dragging her feet to avoid sullying her brand new paper white dress.
"Where are we going?" she asked again, this time more loudly as she saw the bright lights of the party grow smaller and less distinct behind her.
"Almost there," the man assured softly, his breathing growing heavier and deeper as he moved forward with abandon, scanning the field around him as he tiptoed through the wide field.
"Here we are," he said, arriving at the doorstep of a rotted cabin, its formerly white painted walls now black and dark blue in the moonlight and peeling from age. The house howled as the heavy storm winds blew through, swaying the abode dangerously to either side. A single rusted windchime hung from the porch roof, tinkering endlessly.
"This place is scary," the girl spouted, moving closer to the man and clasping his fingers even more tightly. The man inhaled sharply at the girl's movements, staring through the glassless windows and imagining to himself what would soon be taking place in the room he was looking into. His pupils dilated, his forehead began dropping with sweat
"Let's go in"
and he moved suddenly towards the door, nearly taking the little girl off her feet
"No, mister, let's go home; this place is really scary!"
and he suddenly became furious, snarling at the little girl
"Oh no, you're coming with me!"
and proceeding to snatch her up as she screamed
No no no no
up the stairs and through the threshold
No no no no
biting and kicking and screaming until the man finally set her down in the room he had been staring into. The moonlight shone through the window and the stars seemed to twinkle in time with the windchime. Breezes slipped through cracks in the walls.
Please mister I just want to go home
the girl cries, her eyes searching desperately for some sort of comfort in the shadows around her; instead, hands reach out and begin stroking her softly, the man's voice crooning
There there it will all be alright now
as she continued to cry, rooted to the spot, powerless to stop the appendages now unbuttoning her dress as the wind roars more loudly than ever, moving the clouds over the moon. And with one last whoosh of air
the windchime falls and shatters
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