The Girl Next Door
One night, David Connely was staring out the front window of his house and noticed a little girl with pigtails, dressed in white, sitting on the front steps of the house next to him. David, curious as to why the little girl was out at 12:30 a.m., decided to go outside and speak to her. He grabbed his coat, and proceeded to walk through the biting cold toward the girl.
"Dear God. It must be in the single digits. Why is this child sitting out here with no coat on?" he said to himself.
He was about 10 feet from the little girl, when he smiled and called out to her.
"Excuse me young lady. You really shouldn't be out here dressed like that. You're going to get sick."
The girl did not utter a word, and she never turned to face him.
"Honey, did you hear me?
The little girl did not speak.
"It's late. Is your mother or father home? Do they know you're out here?"
The man was caught off guard as a strange smiled appeared on the little girl's face while staring straight ahead.
"Look, let me take you inside. It's too cold to be..."
The little girl jumped up and quickly ran into the darkened house when he attempted to grab her hand. As he watched her make her way to the entrance, she suddenly stopped. She turned her head slightly, but never far enough to look directly at him. He could hear her laughing. It was an eerie laugh. The girl then went into the house and slowly closed the door. The man stared at the house for a few seconds. He then turned and began to walk back to his house, as the winter chill brushed against his face.
The following night, around the same time, David was upstairs in his bedroom watching television. Without explanation, he got out of bed and was compelled to walk over to the window. A snowstorm was raging in Crest Harbor, which was unusual because the town was not accustomed to snowstorms on any scale. After a minute or two, he turned to walk back toward the bed, when he saw something from the corner if his eye. He peered through the window and could not believe his eyes. The little girl was again sitting on the front steps of the house next door. David stared intensely at her, amazed that she was sitting out in the middle of a severe storm. Then, the little girl slowly turned and looked up at David. The snow bounced off her face, but the inclement weather did not seem to have an affect on her. David began to tremble, as that eerie smile found its way onto her face once again. She seemed to be laughing at him. He thought back to the laugh he heard the previous night. A cold chill ran through his body. He quickly ran down the stairs, grabbed his coat, and rushed over toward the house next door. The wind howled, but he managed to call out to the girl.
"What are you doing out here? Go inside!"
The little girl continued to smile.
"Please go in the house before..."
The girl jumped up and proceeded to run into the house. This time, David ran after her. He slipped several times before reaching the steps of the front door, but continued his pursuit. The girl ran inside, with David only seconds behind her. As he entered the dark, cobwebbed, rat filled house, he suddenly realized the little girl had vanished. A pungent odor filled the house. Gasping for air, he looked around what appeared to be the living room area, but the girl was nowhere to be found. He started to walk through a long corridor on the first level of the three-level house, and before he reached the end, a door on the left side of the corridor slowly opened. He heard nothing but the storm that raged outside. He saw a dimly lit area at the bottom of the stairs and walked down toward it.
"I'm so hungry. Please feed me," said a voice from the depths of what appeared to be the basement of the house.
"It's okay. I'm here now. I'll help you," said David.
He saw the little girl standing in a corner. Her back was turned to him. He slowly walked over to her.
"I don't know what you're doing in this house all alone, but I'll take care of you."
David placed his hand on the little girl's shoulders and began to massage them. The action gives him a sense of extreme pleasure.
"Poor little thing. In this house all alone with no one to take care of you. It doesn't make sense, but I'll take care of you honey."
David kissed the little girl on her neck while rubbing her arms.
"Turn around baby. Let daddy give you a nice big hug."
As he turned the little girl around, David screamed in terror. The little girl's eyes turned blood red, and her nails extended to claws. He tried to break free, but she increased the grip until the bones in his arms were crushed. Trembling in fear, he looked down at her. Her teeth slowly transform into fangs.
"I'm so hungry...daddy!"
The little girl pulled him toward her and thrust her fangs deep into his throat, as blood shot out with great force. She pushed her fangs in even deeper, as his body shook uncontrollably. The blood trickled out, and the little girl became euphoric over the taste. His screams pierced the cold, winter night, as the snow whipped across the silent town of Crest Harbor.