User:Legendarcainine

As I lie here, my vision going in and out of focus like a camera that can't quite lock on a target, I wonder why it had too end like this. But let me start from the beginning, that way you won't. make my mistakes. It was a simple job, and it paid way too well for me to turn down. You see, I was in that awkward "out of high school, but not in collage" period of my life. So when this job was offered, well needless too say, it took me a whole two seconds too accept. All I had too do was clean this house. The house was located in a small town in Arkansas called SouthSide. Now I lived a good ways away from this town. Technically, it was a whole state away, but if you look ay a map, its apparent that Mississippi and Arkansas are damn close. So I was off, too do an easy job, and make it big, well, big for me atleast. It took a whole three hours for me too reach SouthSide. The town was small. I feel I need to mention, that I live in a town with about 300 people living there, and this place was small too me. They did, however, have a small, rundown, gas station in the middle of town. It had been a while since my last stop, so I parked in the poorly lit parking lot and went inside. As I walked in, the strong stench of what could only be compared to decay assaulted my nose. I backed out of the station and doubled over. I almost lost my lunch, but I regained dominance over my stomach. As I took a deep breath, and prepared my body for another round with the stench, a small girl in a white frail dress walked out of the door. I couldn't see her face, for her back was turned too me. For what seemed like an hour, I stood there, wondering what too say. Honestly, I wouldn't have even paid her any mind if the conditions of our encountere where different. When I finally told myself it was just a little girl and nerved up, I said the only thing I could think. "Are you ok?". As if just noticing my presence, she turned too me. My god, her face... When she turned, the lights brightened, and I sounded like they were all about too burst at once. Then I saw the girls face. Her hair was patted down and wet. Clumped and matted looking like a wet, black rug implanted on the girls head. Her eyes, or lack there of, were probably the most fear inducing part. They were black sockets. But not like she was just missing her eyes. The sockets where pure black. It looked like those sockets were portals too hell itself. Her mouth was torn amd disfigured. A smile that tore impossible far across her face. Teeth rotting and jagged. Then she screamed. It was so ear-piercing, and thats all I remembered before waking up. When I awoke, I was in the dimly lit lot. No girl, no strong lights. I got off the ground and said fuck this. I got in my car, and turned it on. When I looked at the dash, I noticed I was on 1/8 of a tank. "Dammit!" I exclaimed. So I decided too find this house and stay the night there, and get gas in the saftey of daylight. As I pulled away from the gas station, I sware too god I saw that little girl, laughing, in the doorway of the gas station. It was about a 5 minute drive from the gas station too the house, although, it took me about ten because I had no fucking clue which road too turn down. When I pulled up too the house, my jaw dropped. "This place is a mess!" I exclaimed in pure rage. I was told it just needed some touching up. So I was justified in my anger. It didn't matter, I didn't plan on staying in this town too clean anything. I was going too sleep here, then get gas tomorrow, and get the hell out of here. I walked up too the door and opened it. I wish I didn't. As I did, that smell. That fucking smell caught me off guard again. This time my stomach won out and vomit rushed out of my mouth. As the smell of vomit culminated with the overwhelming stench of what I now know as the smell of death, I blacked out. This time I awoke strapped too a table. With what limited head motion I could muster, I tossed my field of vision too my left. There I saw her. Standing in the corner. The walls of the room had what seemed too be the skin of people nailed to them like a type of paint. "He's awake daddy." The girl said. The sight of her face contouring while talking was so sickening that I started crying. And then out of the corner of my eye, I caught the glint of rusted steel tools. This amplified the terror I was feeling tenfold. Just then I saw a man walk into the room. His face resembled the girls, right down too the terrifying mouth and eyes. "Good too see you awake, it wouldn't be as fun if you didn't feel it." The man said. Between my sobs, I managed a single word. "Why?" "Why?" The man said almost condescendingly. He leaned in extremely close and said the single most horrifying response I can think of. "Because we can."