#Chapter24 Vanka

The scent is nothing that I 've ever encountered before and dampening over the one I vaguely recognize. It's not Vanka but I can smell her close which only confuses my fear addled brain. The sadistic laugh that follows his bold verbal's, turn my insides to mush, and I physically weaken with a cold wave as whatever or whoever it is, steps inside the room with me.

"I can hear your heart beating little one……. Bumpity, bumpity, bump, bump, bump. You're scared…. Why don't you come out and play, like your friends are doing? I want to play with you too…." He laughs again, a sound that curls...