The Girl with the Stitched Lips

Late at one night, I sat in my bed restlessly tossing and turning. The darkness consumed me as I laid in my bed praying for at least an ounce of sleep. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a light on at my neighbors house. This was quite unusual considering the fact that no one lived their. The family moved out not long after their daughter had gone missing. Intrigued by this, I decided to take a flashlight and a kitchen knife and investigate. I forced myself out of bed and quickly put on my shoes. I walked down the stairs and out my door then across the yard. As I stepped foot in their yard I noticed the lights began flickering. I turned the knob on the back door and to my surprise and dismay it opened. Something didn't feel right about entering this house, but curiosity got the best of me.

I opened the door and stepped in. The lights abruptly shut off. "I-it's okay, j-just a l-little p-power outage," but I knew better. IT was more than just a power outage. I turned the flashlight on and noticed, the house was empty. The only piece of furniture was a mirror in what my guess was the living room. I put the flashlight on it. I noticed a crack that went from one corner to the other. I stepped in front and notice someone standing there. That someone wasn't me. It was a younger girl with jet black hair, pale skin and stitches sealing her lips shut. She wore a dress, knee high socks and dress shoes. She was covered in blood. The dark red substance surrounded her lips where the dark thread held her lips together. A kitchen knife was in her other hand, one identical to mine. A needle and thread covered in blood was in the other hand.

"Who are you?! What do you want?!" It was dumb to ask considering the fact her lips were sealed shut. The girl just stood there as I trembled in fear. My head began spinning as I watched blood drip down her chin. She grabbed the end of the thread on the other side of her face a pulled it out slowly. I could her tearing flesh as she pulled it out and I winced and tried not to vomit. The girl devilishly smiled.

"You must be silenced," she said in a dark, sweet tone.

She raced at me and stabbed me in the stomach. She pulled the knife down. Agonizing pain filled my stomach as I screamed. Blood gushed out as my organs slipped out.

"Shh," she said in the same tone as before, that dark yet sweet little tone, "You must be silenced!"

She took her needle and thread and stitched my lips together. The pain was excruciating and I laid there until I bled out. The little girl giggled as she muttered, "Finally silent. Now, I wonder who my next victim is.  Hmm, you look like a wonderful choice, you're just sitting there reading this.  Next time you look in the mirror with you're brown hair and brown eyes.  Or maybe you the head of the football team who is laughing calling this all another dumb story.  Let's just wait and see if it's another 'dumb story'.  Or maybe it will be you the one in the over-sized sweatshirt.  You're all so noisy... you must be silenced."