Damaged

I stayed outside waiting for Jack and Jackie to come out.

I started to hum a song since no one was around.

"Looking around, seeing no one. No one can help me.

Death is following me I can tell. No one can help me." I heard a sound and jumped about 10 feet. It was a cat. I stopped doing anything and had a flashback moment.

"Help. Please Help me!" I whispered and then my phone went dead. I plugged it in and tried again but no connection and no service. I was in trouble.

I ran to the door and tried to open it. It wouldn't budge. I tried another door. It wouldn't budge either. I ran upstairs and the only door unlocked and open washers. I walked in slowly and saw the image again. The man standing over her. Wait. Was he floating? He wasn't standing. What was going on?

"Glad you could come back to this room Christine." the man said and I screamed but no sound came out.

"You are in my control now and you can not talk in front of people. Although after some time you won't want to and can finally talk but choose not to. When you intentially start to talk around someone you can not. A simple spell really." I heard and I couldn't scream. Couldn't talk. And then I finally found my voice.

"Your spell has no power over me." I said and he screamed no.

He started to fade and then I heard a bang. I fell down and noticed the door was slammed shut and locked.

"NO!" I screamed and threw myself at the door. It wouldn't budge either.

I turned around and saw her. Bloody. Dead. The murder weapon right next to her. I started to scream again and again but nobody came. Nobody came.

I found myself on the floor. Well on the concrete. I was wriggling and Jackie was screaming at me to stop. That I was scaring her.

I buried my head into her neck and began to silently cry. Jackie held me.

Then Jack came over and took over so that Jackie could go and use her cell phone to call my parents.

Death is hurting me.