Hair on the back of my neck stands on end, stiff gait as I hurry away. Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it! Don't answer, don't acknowledge that you even heard it.
My mind races slowly. I can't think. Thoughts are happening, but I can't reach them.
I freeze, forgetting to breathe for a moment. Oh God, not again. Oh God, not again! Oh God-
Red and brown and rust, the colors of dried blood and so much raw meat. It has no hair, no clothes, I doubt even skin! It grins ghoulishly. It may be shaped like a man, but there's no way that thing was ever human. Is it some sort of ghoul, then? It can't be real, can't be more than just some horrific image in my head!
Oh God, there's so much blood
Screaming. Was it me, or-?
"Anna," the voice calls. The voice is so familiar, the voice of my father.
Daddy isn't here. That thing isn't here. None of this is real!
I just want out of here, out of the dark and musty old building and into the light where I know they can't-