There wasn't a crack in the tree, and I felt sad for the boy. I turned and looked back at the house I just ran from, the young caregiver was walking towards me and I felt afraid. I heard a sound from next to an old parked truck. When I looked I saw a black haired lolita girl crouched next to it, she motioned for me to join her. She said the house, the caregiver, it was all evil and we must escape. She climbed into the truck bed and I went towards the drivers seat, but was cut off by the stern face of our caregiver. She pulled a wooden paddle and asked me to grasp the top of the truck bed door. The other girl was afraid for me and reached out to grab the caregivers hand. She was slapped back and told to wait her turn. I did what was asked of me and stared the caregiver into the eyes. She began to crack my knuckles over with the paddle, but I didn't flinch. I knew I wasn't going to feel pain and I was the master of this world. Her eyes widened and turned to narrowing cat eyes. She turned to my new friend, and roughly grabbed her face and began to hit her brow. I shouted at her because I knew my new friend wasn't as strong. Suddenly we hear a car door slam in the old houses driveway.
A woman in a tan trench coat with golden hair, shouts "Where is my son?!" The caregiver looks up and hisses, "He is gone, no one is here." She climbs off of my friend and rushes towards the house. My black haired Lolita dressed friend has a blooded eye, she holds her face disgusted at what she may look like. The distraught mother storms into the house, followed by her husband, and then the caregiver. My friend and I know we must help them. We rush back, past the porch to a wooden archway that leads into the back yard. Thorns and grabbing branches lean down at us and help my friend through them. We run into the back door. The house is beautiful with rich dark red carpet and wooden panneling walls.
There on a mantle shelf we see a silver frame begin to crack and burn like it was on fire. The walls do the same, black ash rising into the air, the door behind us was desentagrating. I threw the door open for it to crack and fall apart. I yell for my friend to run. The house, creaking and falling apart like charred paper behind us we run through the grabbing branches again. A large spider crawls from the arch way we must get through, my black haired friend is fighting off the grabbing thorns and is afraid. But everywhere I look the once scary things turn to a normal state, the spider turns into nothing more than vines and logs. The truck we were to escape in has pulled to the driveway and and jump in the back trusting who was driving.
As we drive away, my perspective changes to looking over my blonde haired and white lolita body next too my black haired black lolita dressed friend. I am the caregiver now standing over them. I look at my hands then back to where the girls once were, it is now me staring into my reflection of the back truck window. Through the window I see a older blonde woman driving the truck. I am afraid of myself and wish to be the blonde girl and my black haired friend again.The truck stops to a parking lot. All 3 of us climb out of the back, but I am still in the caregivers perspective. My black haired friend is barely alive, scattered fragments collapsed on a box. My blonde self is phases from her human face to rough stitched up rag doll. She warns "The #$%^%& is coming." It's a word I don't know but instantly fear.
I hear a whisper behind me. What I see is the older blonde woman put herself between us and a tall figure. He has a ragged transparent grey cloak, long bony grey arms reaching out from underneath, with jagged nails. His face was most terrifying, with thin angler fish like teeth jutting out from his jaws, his eyes tiny and black. I fear him and new his purpose. He was about to consume my blonde and black hair self. Now I am the woman who drove us away. I am saying "No she isn't what you want." I am pushing at his body but i am unable to feel any pressure against the sheer transparent body. His hands reaches out and grasps the black haired Lolita on the nape, her hands and face being breathed in through his teeth like smoke. I yell for it to stop, but in my fear I lost control of this world. Next he reaches out to my blonde ragdoll faced lolita self, shreds of her at slurped through the teeth. I am again in the caregivers body no long watching this unfolded but now living it. I look most like myself in this body with red hair and black and white Lolita dress. I am in front of him, his teeth sharp and menacing in front of my face. Time slows and I turn to see the tall blonde older woman stand hopelessly. She is wearing a men button up white shirt and black slacks. I do not know her face. I think, "I don't want to feel pain, I do not want to feel fear, It's time I give up this world."
Then I wake up.
