What if every night since the age of 6 you begin to have the same frequent dream where your lying there dead in a puddle of ur own blood.
What if you feel that someone is watching u every night you go to sleep.
What if you made one decision that wis...
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Hide, and try not to be found because the seekers needs not to find you,
or you lose the game.
-Unknown
Saturday, Same Day, 6:45 a.m.
The room was quiet and I could only hear soft footsteps walking cautiously across the floor trying to be quiet. It was Laura. I shivered and tried to hold my breath as I crouched inaudibly behind the couch in the living room trying my best to be unseen and unheard, please, please, please, I prayed silently to myself, begging God to spare me, to let me win. The position I was in ached my sore muscles and I yearned to stretch them out, to move them, but I couldn't risk it
"come out, come out, wherever you aaare!" Laura taunted sing songily as she neared the couch while I held my breath and froze, my shaky body listening intently and only hearing silence for what seemed like forever until I hear her footsteps walking away. When I'm sure she's gone I cautiously exhale and dared not to move my muscles no matter how bad they were hurting
"Sarah! Sarah! Sarah! come to mommy" she called out to me like I was a puppy, her voice farther away and yet still a bit too close once she's past I relax and then suddenly squeak softly when I feel something soft and moving touch the arm of my skin I looked down and gasped trying to control the urge to shake it off of me. Small glowing beady green eyes with a pointed snout and rodent like teeth look up at me from its position on my folded thighs, get off! get off! get off! I scream impatiently in my head, but the rat only stands there looking at me not even blinking an eye at my silent plea. I try to move my leg slightly but it only rocks back and forth on my thigh unmoving. I don't want to touch it. I don't want to move it, and yet I do anyway, it hisses and bares its teeth at me at me as I near my hands towards it but then flinch and pull my hand back because I was surprised and then afraid when a throaty whisper escapes from his throat, I stare in horror into its glowing green eyes forgetting to scream.
"Your mine" it says
"wwwwhat do you want from me?" I say forgetting to whisper, I can hear Laura in another room calling me out to me so I am not worried but a little cautious
"I'm claiming you. my name is Death and I am the son of Satan and I am claiming you because I know you're going to die"
I gasp
"since I've touched you you're going to decease"
"no" I say disbelievingly
"you're going to die and then when you do I will torture you and make your life a living hell and no one will know. Laura said so she promised me that you would die, she summoned me when she was alive and promised that I could have you as a sacrifice"
