It's raining. It's raining heavily and a storm is brewing on the other side of town. The wind was picking up, making it sound like a girl was screaming. Screaming for her life. For the kids who had locked her outside to unlock the door. Claim it was an accident and that the man dressed in purple wasn't real. That he hadn't slashed her throat with a sharp knife. That he didn't exist at all.
He was only a figment of her imagination, she kept relaying in her head.
Father says that younger kids like me have a bigger imagination. That because they're so small, and the world is so big that they'll make things up and believe them straight away, because they thought that everything was possible due to the worlds largeness.
Of course, at certain points in your life you realise that those things aren't real, like fairies, elves and unicorns. That was always the hardest part to grasp. If the world was so big then how do we know that these things aren't real? That would be when your family sits you down and explains that science shows otherwise.
Then again, there are times when you hope and beg that what you're seeing isn't real. This was the same situation that Charlie was in.
The purple man, as she will call him, had been slowly driving by in his rusty family car and then had stopped altogether noticing Charlie crying on her own in the back alley. She hadn't recognised him as he walked on over, but she still felt like she knew him. Something about him was familiar, to say the least.
He had came up to her, asked if she was alright and what she was doing alone. Charlie in her state of panic, had replied with a choked sob and cried out "my- my friends! They locked me out!"
He'd smirked and said "what a shame, a real pity that is.."
Charlie had been given the same talk as everyone else about strangers, don't talk to them and most certainly don't trust them, but there was something about the man. Something she couldn't quite place.
He offered to unlock the door for her and gleefully Charlie had begged him to, wanting to badly be brought back into the warmth of the diner.
She watched as he made his way to back to the car. She had truly believed he was only going to get his keys.
A large bang from inside the diner scared her and she spun around quickly. Charlie pulled herself up to peak into the window and discovered the boxes that were stacked on top of the security puppet had fallen over. The lid was also open but from her view Charlie couldn't tell if the puppet was inside or not.
It was then she brought her thoughts back to the helpful man but she was all to late because she felt the cold metal of a knife slash against her throat.
She choked and coughed. Spluttering out random sounds, calling out for the man who she had thought to be her saver.
It was only when she fell and sprawled out onto the ground, blood oozing from the gash on her neck had she realised that he was the one who had harmed her.
Tires rumbled against the gravel, an engine could be heard moving out into the distance and the slam of the back door almost caused her to open her eyes. Almost.