They were watching me, wherever I went they always seemed to be watching, never speaking just watching. When I slept they were there, when I got up they were there even when I was at school they were there, just staring. My mother kept looking at me unsure if she should call a doctor or not. She tried talking to me but I never spoke. It was like I was stuck inside a shell and there was nothing anyone could do about it. I was just numb.

I woke up to the sound of a child crying. I looked to my window seeing only a black sky. I yawned wiping the sleep out of my eyes and stretched my limbs then made my way downstairs. I made it to the last step when I saw a girl about the age of five in my living room facing away from me. "Hey sweetie it's okay" I told her but still she did not face me. I slowly walked over making sure I didn't startled the girl "You can see me" I was shocked by the question; of course I could see her why wouldn't I be able to see her.

"Please turn around" I whispered she stood there for a while then finally started to turn around "Oh my god" was all I could say for my throat started to close over. The girl was covered in blood and had a cut from her chest down to her pelvis that was split open so wide you could see her insides. She also had no right eye just an empty socket.

"Y-your D-dead" the girl only nodded but kept walking forward. I scatted backwards until I tripped over the first step never taking my eyes off the girl. The girl seemed almost sad by my reaction "Why won't you play with me" she whimpered casting her gaze to the floor "I've been a good girl Claire, why won't you play with me" she looked innocent but her voice sounded dark and evil.

"How do you know my name?" the little girl laughed "Oh we all know you Claire, we've been watching" I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, for the first time in my life my mind was blank and that scared me. "How can I see you" I pleaded to the girl. She finally looked at me her grin smiling from ear to ear "Time Claire it's running out and its running out fast" the little girl sang but her voice was scratchy and ruff.

"Poor little Claire I would feel sorry for you but I really don't care" she said with a smile. My heart was pounding in my chest like any second it would land in my hands. "What's happening to me" I whispered to myself. "A town has the answers you seek" she chimed before she started to disappear "What Town" I asked as smoke started to form a word…..

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