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tateComment by K3Master: They sat upon the rocks that day, basking in the sun. It had been a wonderful day, full of laughter and frisbee on the beach, and drinks in the shade of the trees. It had been a wonderful day and now they had decided to sun themselves here along the path and talk about life and love and good times and friendships.
So it was, when one of them turned their head, and saw her. The child. She blinked, wondering how she had got past them without their noticing. The path was the only way to that lookout. She couldn't have just strolled by, could she? That little one with her red balloon. The woman began to say something to the others, but that was when the little girl turned her hooded head towards her, and looked her in the eye, and all the woman's words were cut off then, like a scalpel had nicked them from her tongue. Under that hood were a pair of eyes, that were not a little girl's eyes. They were not even human, those eyes, and they grabbed her and held her gaze, and would not let her go.
The woman desperately tried to call out to her friends, and a fear unlike any she had ever known grabbed her heart. The little girl (not a little girl! Oh no! This was no little girl!) was still staring at her, still grinning, and then she spoke, and the voice was soft and sweet and full of innocence, an innocence that was a lie.
"Pwease he'p me find my mommy, you can pway wif my bawoon!" She spoke, the words both coming from her, yet seeming to be right in the woman's head, like an echo, reverberating, ghostly.
At those words, it was as if the Woman lost control, and began to move. She stood up, to the puzzling looks of her companions and began to walk towards the specter of the child. She had a queer smile on her face, but there was also a tear in her eye. Her mind cried out against this, but her body moved on. The child beckoned and walked to the edge of the look-out. The woman followed. Her companions, thinking she was just stretching her legs, paid little attention, and paid the little girl none at all. It was as if she wasn't there to them.
With her inner mind screaming at her, and a tear finally tracing a line down one cheek, but that strange grin stamped on her face, she went to the child. She went to her to he'p her find her mommy. She went to her to pway wif her bawoon. She went to her, and kneeled down, and took her hand, and began to tell her that everything would be ok...
With shouts of alarm and shock, her companions watched her tumble over the edge, falling to oblivion below, and on the wind, a child's laughter.
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