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One day, on May 1 of 2011, four years after she was taken into custody by the scientists, they discovered that someone had been taking supplies, toxins and radioactive chemicals from the lab’s storage room. The scientists rushed to the holding cell where the girl was strapped to a stainless steel table, metal cuffs around her neck, wrists, ankles, and stomach.
The scientists immediately tried to take a blood sample to check for any modifications to the test subject, but before they could take the sample, the girl whispered something; her voice was raspy from lack of oxygen and the cuff around her neck. She whispered,
Hello, my name is Jackson May, I’m 38 years old, I was a law enforcement officer, I had a wife and two beautiful children... they’re gone now. I’m typing this because I need you to hear my story. I don’t have much time, it’s nearly midnight... soon that thing will be back, I’m sure of it.
My nightmare started only a few days ago. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon. I sipped a cup of coffee as I read the newest novel that had caught my attention. My wife, Angela, was serving some sandwiches to my two children, Sam and Brittany.
I smiled and got up from the table.
I got into my car and started driving to the store. As I was passing a small alley, I thought I saw a shadowy shape reflected in my rearview mirror, but it disappeared in an instant. I shrugged it off and continued to the store. I bought my items and went back to my car. On the way home, I became lost in my thoughts, and I guess I must have dozed off (something very uncharacteristic of me), because I didn’t notice the white flash that sped in front of my car. I tried to swerve but it was too late. I hit the pale figure and my car skidded to a halt. I jumped out and ran to the front of my car... what I saw laying there made me stop in my tracks.
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I reeled back. I fumbled with my phone, and finally managed to call 911.
Suddenly I noticed that the small pale thing that I hit was nowhere to be seen. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, and everything around me seemed to slow down. Suddenly, in my head, I heard a voice... a voice that made icy fingers creep up my spine:
I don’t know what compelled me, but I spun around. There, standing at the mouth of a small alley, was a young girl. She had tan skin, and her short, black hair hung in her face so I couldn’t see her eyes. She was holding the hand of the horrible creature that I had hit. The voice kept screaming the same phrase over and over in my head,
When the policemen were done, it must’ve been past midnight. I pulled my thin jacket closer and started home. I felt uneasy... something was wrong. I found myself walking faster, finally breaking into a run. By the time I was outside my front door, I was panting and sweating despite the cold night air. I flung open my door... and my heart stopped.
The hallway was covered in words written in blood, the same phrase repeated,
Pushed past the limit, I called 911 for the second time that day and summoned them to my house. I waited outside for them, and when they arrived, I just couldn’t stand being there anymore. I hailed a taxi to take me somewhere, anywhere, as long as it was far away from that house. The whole time I heard that horrible voice in my head. Eventually the taxi arrived at a hotel. I checked in and found my room, collapsing on the bed. I layed there, mourning, wishing that I had done something. At last I fell asleep, not even bothering to change out of my clothes.
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The thing looked like the strange creature that I hit with my car, except its face had become even more disturbing, if possible. Its face was split in two, not literally, but one side of its face looked like I remembered it, except its stitched-up grin was no longer sewed shut, it was open and the things pointed teeth dripped with black liquid... the other half of the creatures face looked more normal, but I think it frightened me more. It looked like... the girl I saw in the alley, her eyes glinted with a twisted playfulness. Even though her mouth wasn’t stretched into a cheshire cat-like grin, she was smiling malevolently. A chain hung around the thing’s thin neck.
I turned to the thing, but it had already disappeared. I threw the hand away and finally sank into a restless sleep. Every night from then on, that thing visits me, always at midnight, always in that deformed state that’s half demonic creature, half young girl. I hear its voice wherever I go, I see its shadow stalking me. It’s driving me insane, and I can’t make it leave me alone.
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