You're surrounded. There is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. You can't escape the pit of unknown terror. Try as you might. To escape this fright. But be warned that THEY are watching you now and forever. Monitoring your every move, listening to your every thought. You dare to remove the chain but it only gives you pain and many blood clots.

So what are you to do? In this situation you are under. Should you given in and sunder? Or perhaps you will take the doorway out into the unknown terror and wonder from here on out. But be warned that THEY are watching you now and forever, so stay on your toes and be clever.

You wonder about the place you are in. It is a strange place filled with nothing but the air you breathe. The walls are a bright white, illumnating the light. You get the feeling of being stalked as you turn a sharp corner. Your heart begins to dropped as you become aware. There is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. You can't escape the pit of unknown terror.

The place is engulfed in nothing but pure white light. It's so bright that it burns your eyes and it slighty makes you wonder if its like this all the time. You squint and feel your way out, hoping to find an escape. At last, you find a door! The squeaking door slowly opens to expose a little girl on the floor. You call to her but she seems to not have heard you. You call once again, a little louder, but she still did not turn. This annoys you. You walk up to the little girl in blue, touching her cold shoulder, spinning her around. Your eyes widen as you see her face with a frown.

Golden blonde hair with big lushes curls seperated into two pigtails wrapped with a pretty light blue ribbon on each side. The small freckles on her cheeks made her face look more adorable than ever, dispite her austere. You smile at her, a sweet smile and ask if she can help you escape. The little girl in blue stares blinking at you for a long while. As she piles up her dolls and knocks them down all together.

She picks up one doll and oddly enough the doll resembles you-right down to the very last hair on your head. She brushes the doll's hair gently then she turns her attention to you once more. Four. She begins to countdown. Three. You tilt your head and ask for her reason to count. Two. She, of course, does not answer. One.

RGHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! An extremely high pitched blood curddling scream fills the room, echoing louder and louder. You quickly cover your ears to block out the horrific sound but it is no use. You turn to the girl wondering why she is screaming but you are taken aback- for she is not the one screaming. It is YOU.

The pain of having your arm broken several times, hearing your bones crack over and over; feeling the snap, crackle and pop of your body coming to a terrieble end causes you to screech in pure agony. The little girl laughs a loud as she plays with your doll, not caring that your blood was flooding the pure white room. You're surrounded. There is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. You can't escape the pit of unknown terror. Try as you might. To escape this fright. But be warned that THEY are watching you now and forever. Monitoring your every move, listening to your every thought. You dare to remove the chain but it only gives you pain and many blood clots.

[[someting random again ^^]]