Inside the Box (Part 3)

The figure picked up the dead body. Bones were cracking, resembling popping bubble wrap. It threw her body back on the floor carelessly. I was shocked to see that her body was missing an arm. I could hear munching.

The arm fell back to the floor, but it was just bone. My head was flooding with all the possibilities of what it would do to me. It sat back down on the bed and put on it's ballet slippers. Lullaby music started playing, the figure stopped moving. The music sounded close, like it was behind me.

I turned my head slowly, and the music box was beside me, oddly, singing. It bent down to look under the bed. My heart sank when we made eye contact. It smiled grimly, showing it's bloody, rotten teeth. My body was stiff.

The beast flung the bed up, it went crashing to the wall. The massive figure looked down over me as if I was a tiny, helpless mouse, and it was a huge, hungry cat. It was the same ballerina I encountered last time. My scream got caught in my throat. It's giant hand reached to grab me, but I dodged it and scrambled to my feet.

I shot out of the room, not looking back. The ballerina vociferate, it resembled a lion's roar. It's feet pounded the floor behind me as it chased me. The family on the couch turned their heads leisurely to look at me. A twisted smile formed on their faces.

They laughed sinisterly, in a deep voice as if they were using a voice changer. The scream that was trapped in my throat finally escaped. I tore through the door and leaped off the porch and continued running, out of fear. But then I stopped and looked around me. There was nothing but white. No other houses, people, or scenery.

Except for Peyton's house in the distance. It was silent.

What? Where's everything?

I thought.

I peered back to the house. It taunted me because I had nowhere else to run to.

I have to get caught to get out of this nightmare.

I reasoned.

I grimaced and began walking back to the house. My mind knew this was a crazy idea but it was all I had. I opened the door and set foot in the lair. The family on the couch was gone and the ballerina was nowhere in sight. But I could hear a scraping sound coming from the kitchen.

I walked deliberately, oddly hoping my match-maker would be in the kitchen. Nobody was there, however; I still perceived the scraping sound so I followed it. It was coming from the pantry room. I cracked the door open slightly, and my eye spotted the ballerina. The room was filled with not candy and snacks but raw meat.

It was stuffing its face with the raw meat. My body tensed up.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Dark laughs were coming from behind me. It was the family. They were only inches away from me, and a smile trailed widely across their faces. The creeps didn't step toward me, they just pointed to the pantry door and continued chortling.