Do Not Look

Chapter 6

Windchimes..... WINDCHIMES??!!

Sandra wanted to open her eyes and see, but she felt paralyzed. It was as if something heavy was kept over her eyes. She could neither move her limbs. She wanted to shout for help, but they came out in soft moans. She knew she was sweating, profusely at that.

Someone was moving around her bed. Windchimes, they were ringing in her ears. She couldn't make out who, it was too blurred. But the person was chanting something, some foreign language.

Suddenly everything stopped. She felt her sheets being put back on her. The door opened a bit and she saw the thing leaving. It turned back one last time, and those eyes!! Undoubtedly the most evil eyes she's ever seen, they were staring at her as it slowly closed the door.

She still couldn't move. Her room smelled wierd like smoke. The only light in her room was coming from the windows.

"Help. Help," she whispered.

Sshhhhhhhh
It will all go away. Go back to sleep. Go back to sleep. Now. Go back to sleeeep.

It was coming from the footend of her bed. She strained her eyes to see a small girl with pale grey skin, two large black dark circled eyes staring at her, holding the footrest with two tiny hands. She had her hair down, head tilted to the right, wearing a dirty white frock torn at its cuffs.

The little girl giggled, "You can see me."

Sandra felt herself fading away. She could no longer keep her eyes open.

Mommy, she can see us.