The Children Can Play Again -- Part 6: The Pink Room

Justin walked out of the bedroom he and Maggie shared. “She’s asleep”, he told Rachel, “I gave her the medicine the doctor prescribed for her when she first started having these visions of her sisters.”

“What are we going to tell that sheriff when he comes?” Rachel asked. Justin, feeling defeated; shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.

Downstairs Jacob was covering Wesley’s body with a blanket. He did this with much care. Though Wesley was fairly new to the group of friends, he was still a friend. Justin and Rachel walked into the living room. Jacob looked up at them and said, “We’re all going to jail aren’t we?”

“No”, Justin said, “No not all of us. Just whoever is alive when the authorities come to get us. I mean who’s going to be next?” Rachel and Jacob said nothing.

Then Rachel blurted out, “Justin you gave Maggie medicine that makes her tired? She’ll be the next one to go then. Lynn and Wesley both died in their sleep, and who knows if Jason and Leslie were taking a nap in their car. Whatever is doing this is getting us in our sleep.”

Justin stood in front of Rachel with a sick feeling in his stomach; he knew what Rachel said was true, and he realized Maggie may not wake up, and that it was his fault. “I’m going to go up and sit with her.” He said. “If anything starts to happen I’ll be there to wake her. I can’t believe we didn’t think of this.”

“Wait a second what are we going to do about Wesley? The sheriff is going to be here sometime today.” Rachel said.

Justin responded, “I guess we’re going to have to move him, and make up some story for now. Until we figure out what’s going on.”

Justin and Jacob took Wesley’s body into the downstairs bathroom, put him in the bathtub, and pulled the curtain shut, then left. Neither one spook during the time they moved Wesley, but they both felt sick about it.

Once out of the bathroom Justin went directly upstairs to sit with Maggie. Rachel and Jacob went into the living room to wait for the sheriff to come. They didn’t know what time he would come, but they had nothing better to do but wait, and figure out what to tell the officer.

On his way to the cabin sheriff Wetly was standing by his car on the side of the road. Behind the patrol car was Jason’s El Camino. The sheriff was inspecting the area around the car. In the background was an old abandoned farmhouse. As the sheriff bent down to examine the ground a voice said, “Help me!” It was the voice of a child, and it came from the direction of the old farmhouse. The sheriff jumped to his feet, and looked around at the farmhouse. “Help me!” He heard again. Then he saw in an upstairs window of the farmhouse a little boy through the broken window. The boys face looked distressed. The sheriff started walking towards the abandon house; “Help please!” the voice said again, by that time Sheriff Wetly was running.

By the time he got to the front door, the child’s voice had stopped. The sheriff hesitated for a moment before he busted the rotted door in. He burst into the old farmhouse, and yelled out, “Hello! Hello! Who’s here?” The sheriff walked over to the steps. His eyes were focused upward towards the second floor the whole time. He started up the stairs cautiously. He pulled his gun out of its holster, then thinking that their was a child upstairs, he put it back into its holster.

Once upstairs he walked into the first room he came to. It was completely empty. The ceiling was caving in, and the drywall was falling off the wall onto the floor. In the distance, outside, thunder was heard. He saw nothing in the room. Therefore, he moved on to the next room; again nothing. Walking down the hallway towards the third room he heard, BUMP! The sheriff jumped out of his skin, but composed himself quickly, and ran towards the room where the noise came from.

Before going into the room he paused again. Then slowly he turned the doorknob. The creaked open and the sheriff walked in. The room was unlike the other rooms. Sure the room was empty like the others, but in wonderful condition unlike the others. The walls, the ceiling, even the floor was painted pink. He walked into the pink room. Once inside the door shut behind him. He looked around at the door thinking nothing of it. Sure he was a bit frightened, but he didn’t believe ghost, so he figured a draft from the busted window blew the door shut. Behind the door was a small doll. The doll looked to be brand new. He bent down to examine the child’s toy. Then from the closet came another BUMP! The sheriff stood up, and walked towards the closet.

“Hello.” He said. “Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you. I’m here to help you.” He said to the closet. The sheriff opened the closet doors, and peaked in. Nothing was inside; nothing at all. He turned around again to walk out of the room thinking someone was playing a prank on him, but once he turned around he saw a little girl standing in the room. She was dressed in clothes that looked to be from the early twentieth century. She stared at the sheriff; a sad, yet nasty look. Suddenly her eyes turned black, and she opened her mouth exposing fangs. She hissed at the officer. He took a step back, and shielded himself in a defensive pose. The child then closed her mouth, and her eyes turned back to normal. She looked as sweet as could be now. The sheriff was totally baffled, and his facial expression showed this very well. The little girl then, without changing the expression on her face, pointed towards the sheriff. The sheriff realized she wanted him to look back into the closet. He slowly turned, as he looked over his shoulder into the closet, his eyes got so big that they almost popped out of his head. He gasped at the sight in the closet.

Back at the cabin Rachel and Jacob were still sitting in the living room anxiously waiting for the sheriff’s visit; a visit that would now never happen. Little did the two lovers know, the sheriff was lying in the floor of a pink bedroom down the road about a mile and a half, sleeping… forever.

“I really don’t feel safe here Rach.” Jacob said.

“I know me neither. I cannot believe Wesley is lying in the bathtub dead. It’s surreal.”

“Do you think the children are doing this? You know the children who are buried in the woods. The children Maggie told us about. I mean I heard the stories about this road, but never believed it.” Jacob wondered aloud to Rachel.

“I don’t know what is going on. But I don’t believe that ghost kids are killing anyone. I think we should leave though. The sheriff will have to understand that our lives are in danger.” Rachel said.

“I don’t think that sheriff will understand anything. But I do think we should get outta here too. I mean I can’t handle another night in this house. Who knows we might not even survive. We have to get outta here. The only thing is what are we going to do with Wesley?” Jacob said.

Rachel responded with, “I don’t know. I just don’t know.” Her voice was filled with frustration.

To Be Continued.

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