The cold tickling sensation cascades over my face as water splashes across the room. I have to literally peel my eye lids apart from one another. They are deeply invaded in mucus. I groan a little as I feel moist long fingernails trail over my face.

I see a woman, if you want to call her human, hovering over me. She has the worst pale melting wax skin. The worst eyes that take your soul away, as well as your breath. She hovers over me.

" Please... " I whisper. Tears bubble in my eyes. I feel the hot liquid spill down my face. I yell out, nothing happens. Because I have such a dry unless throat.

"Dolly's do not beg. " The unearthly woman said. She was so skinny if she had no clothing on you could count her bones. You could see her eye sockets bulging. She was like death in a woman. Death on a crib.

" I just need food...  Please... "I beg desperately as she turns her back for a moment.

" I will tell you one more time. Dolly's do not beg. " She said and I fell silent at her dangerous low tone. I don't know how long it's been. Maybe years. Maybe days. All I know is the the woman is crazy. So crazy she kidnapped me and took me here. Where here is as good as counting the strands of hay in a haystack. Useless.

The slow and drooling steps of the woman coming back puts me on alert. She has a needle and thread.

" I will have to make it so you do not cry anymore. No more crying. Good dolly's do not cry. " She says and I scream as she nears me....

•

" You guys seen the paper. It's sick as hell. " A boy with blonde hair and blue eyes comes up to us.

" No Dewy. What's in the paper. " The girl next to me says. Her big brown curly hair springs around and she waves her head sarcastically.

" Yeah. We don't really care what wrestler won the WWP. " I say and laugh a little.

" WWE. And no. This is the bad kind of sick. Look. " He explains as he hands us the morning paper. I gasp as I see what it says:

Young Man Found Dead With Stitch's

Last night police got a call that there where screams for help down a familiar family friendly road.

Police where completely shocked when they walked into a horrid scene. A woman (still unidentified ) had captured a young man ( Philip Hensworth) and tortured him to death. His injurys included being beat with what people say was a belt or a whip, hit several time with hard blunt objects. Possibly stabbed and the most strange having stitch's.

" when we looked into his bed where he was held, we didn't see a smart young man  , we saw a beat young man so unfortunately dead. " One police says.

" We just looked in and there was a boy. With his face sewn to look happy. His smile permanent his eye brows raised. Sick, work. " Another Police says.

Out of all the peaceful years in this sweet small town we explode.

More fallowing soon.

" Dewy...  What the hell... " The girl next to me says. Her eyes are wide and fearful.

" Sorry, Abby. Thought you guys might want to know. Everyone's going to be talking about it. " Dewy says. Abby shakes her head.

" But...  This is so sick. So horrid. Why would some one do this. " I say. Dewy shrugs.

"Hell if I know. " He says. We all shake our heads a little as we walk to class. Dewy could have at least waited till after school. The morning paper was sick. And poor Philip Hensworths. He's dead. Shivering slightly we all enter class. We take a back seat. The bell rings and the last of the kids stroll into the class. Our teacher surveys the room.

" If you have not already heard. There is a very bad woman lurking around. Even though she was taken by police I want you all to be aware of your surroundings. The police have issued some rules. Take one and pass along you have ten minutes to read thru it. "Our teacher says and takes some red paper. We sit at the back so we'll get it last.

" Why does every one have to talk about it. " I say, its been ten minutes and I feel like I'm in a horror movie.

" Yeah, this sucks its depressing. " Abby's says. She glares a little at Dewy.

" Hey! I just thought you might want to know. " Dewy defends himself. I roll my eyes.

" You flicking sociopath. " I say and poke him. We have a been friends since kindergarten so jokes like that are okay. Maybe not at this time but I want to lighten the mood.

" I'm not a sociopath, ima genius. " Dewy says and we giggle a little.

" Stop fooling around someone is dead. And....  And we all need to focus. Besides let's just read the paper. "Abby says and takes three and passes it behind us to a table that's empty.

" Aright cool your nose hole off. " Dewy says and we a read the paper silently.

Rules for the children

Rule 1

All children of the town must be home by 7 ,or else immediately report missing.

Rule 2

All children must walk home in a group or with an adult. It is advised that you pick your child up in a car

Rule 3

Any strange activities going on report to police immediately.

Rule 4

Do not  approach strange people. Under any and all circumstances.

Rule 5

This paper must be with you at all times.

I looked at the last one like an alien. Have the paper on your at all times. Why? Report the kid missing if their not home at what... 7?! What crazy talk. She was 14 and knew that latterly every teenager stayed up and went out with friends past 7. The cops where pulling impossible Strings.  I sigh and look over at the others. They look a little amused at the paper.

" No body put past 7. Half the town is going missing. My parents probably will. " Dewy says and Abby rolls her eyes.

"Come on. Maybe the paper is just fake. The paper probably made that stuff up, and also, this town is losing fame not a lot of tourists come around anymore. " Abby says.

" Really. Who would come to a town that just had a young man killed by a psychopath. " I say and give her a look.

" She's just trying to get over the fact that there are real life murderers in the harsh world. " Dewy teased. She glared at us as we giggled a little over it.

" Fine just laugh. Screw you guys. "Abby says and moves a few seats down.

" Abby wait. "I say and am about to explain me and Dewy are getting over this by laughing. Not saying this is Fake News.  She ignores me and looks at her sheet again. She really seems nervous. This crazy lady that killed that young dude is probably in court for murder right now. Right now, the judge is probably laughing because, damn why would he not give her a life sentence. I feel a little nervous myself about the whole thing.

" Hey, Wish it's okay. " Dewy says and pats my back. I nod.

" Yeah, but this seems to really be getting to Abby. " I say and think deeply about it. I know her parents work late.

" Maybe we'll stay the night with her. You know she has her parents working late and she needs some company. " I explain to Dewy. He nods.

" I'll tell her about it when we go to Drama. " He says and we turn our attention to the teacher.

•

Class wears on forever. I just want to leave and go home. Dewy told me on gym that Abby wanted to do the plan of having a  slumber party, or whatever. She felt great about that. But now she just wanted out. Her science teacher was the most annoying person in the world. She had a high pitch horrible voice that made you want to shoot her then yourself. She has short white hair and an ugly face to look at. Also she taught them useless junk. She was ways going off into history or even math. This was science lady! Stick to it.

" Alright. Anyone can tell me the answer. " The teacher said in the front of the room. A guy in the back held his hand up.

" Yes, Mr. Gardener. " She said as he lowered his hand.

" The answer to number 4 miss, is Jack and Shit. Put it together and you get Jack Shit. " Gardener said with a grin that said ' I hate your ugly face!' The whole class broke out in snickers and giggles. The teacher looked ready to burst. She opened her mouth to reply when the bell rang loud and clear and wonderful. Smiling I quickly grabbed my pencil case and binder and took off. I could hear my teacher yell,

" The bell does not dismiss you I do! "

I smiled a little wider as I saw Dewy and Abby coming out of the class room too.