Than I saw her. A small child. Not extremely pretty nor adversely hideous. A rather plain child with carrot colored hair in braids and freckles splashing her face. She is wearing a large straw hat with a dark green ribbon. Her dress also has some of the same deep green accents. She almost looks like Ann of Green Gables. She�s even carrying the same sack as described in the book. She just looks up me with her large eyes. They look like they�re about to overflow with tears but her face shows no emotion what so ever. Just a blank stare.
A man steps into �picture�. He�s a dirty old man who looks like he hasn�t showered in weeks and hasn�t changed his clothes since than either. He has a bright red bandanna wrapped around his scruffy neck and he is balding at the top but does have long greasy straggles of hair around his ears and face.
He stares at this child for awhile. He unzips his pants and unleashes the monster. He begins to rub vigorously as she watches. Her eyes widening in fear. For she knows what�s coming. He continues rubbing, the entire time his eyes glued on the small child. She tries to get away but we are suddenly on the grassy sides of a mountain and the fall would kill her and she is too small to reach up to the ledge above her. The bum arches his back a little as he leans back. I can still see his hand working hard. He let�s out a quick grunt and he explodes into her face. It drips off the end of her nose and her nose all of a sudden dissolves. I black out.
I am in a strange place. I do not feel safe at all. There is an evil presence that I can sense that I cannot see or know about at the moment. I don�t know why I am here or how I even got here. Where or what is here? I do not why I have such a bad feeling about this place. It is so beautiful. I think I am in a meadow or something. I�m surrounded by tall flowers and grass. All towering over my head. I look to my left and I see a house. It�s a huge house and I believe I am facing a bedroom for the windows are very big. If I move a little closer I�ll be able to see inside. So I get up and take a few cautious steps toward the house.
I see three people inside. A male and two females. They are all sitting on a bed together. Looking at a mirror. The male kisses one of females. Than that one kisses the other girl. Nothing exciting or informative there so I start heading towards the front of the house. There is like a whole family congressing here. There are barbeques smoking and picnic tables covered with variously colored checkered cloths al blowing in the wind. There are more trees at the front of the house. Now this place is starting to look familiar. Perhaps somewhere I knew during childhood. I feel a little more at ease. But that is still that feeling of evil lurking gnawing at my brain.
I step up and join the rest of the people crazily running around trying to keep some sense of order (?). I sit down at a table. No one notices I don�t belong. Or perhaps I do. All of a sudden everyone disappears, so I just start slowly walking towards the house. It is very difficult because the damn ground won�t stop moving! All the colors seem to have this �edge� to them and I see little black dots collecting on the outskirts of my vision. I step inside the house. I go into the living room which has some more large windows, like the ones in the bedroom. In the midst of all the shining antique furniture, there is a big basket. In it there�s a baby. That�s when fear hit the hardest. This was the evil. This baby was what was containing all this evil energy I was feeling. Evil was all nicely bundled up into this tiny package. But babies are supposed to be pure and innocent. This is all so confusing. I�ve never feared a baby before. Honest to God a baby. What is wrong with me? But the fear still pulses in my veins.
I try to over some my fear by going in to reach the baby. I look closely and notice the baby is unusually colored. It is redder than it should be. Babies are supposed to be a nice pinky peach color. Maybe it�s sick. So I decide to take it�s temperature by putting the back of my hand on its forehead. As soon as my fingers brush it�s discomforting wet forehead. It screams and its face just warps into the most hideous thing I ever seen. It turns even redder now. A woman calmly walks in. I�m assuming it is its mother. I just step back and don�t say a word.
Once the mother finishes tending to her "baby" and leaves the room, I cautiously approach the cradle. A bubble of fear swells inside me. I can feel it quivering and expanding within my stomach. I look over again and it looks the same as it did when I approached it a few minutes ago. I pick it up, hoping to have better luck this time.
As soon as the thing is in my arms, its tiny little face once again crinkles into an ugly mass of wrinkly, crimson flesh.
All of a sudden it stops and everything goes quiet. It looks up at me with its malicious evil and beady eyes and says in an inhuman, husky voice: "I like it when you menstruate.".