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The little girl laughed. It was funny. She plunged her finger into the eye socket, feeling around as the person screamed and withered in pain. It was weird feeling, the inside of one’s eye. It was like a she was putting her finger into frozen cool whip, fluffy and kind of watery, because the ice was only half melted. She hooked her finger on the inside of the eyeball, locking her finger into it, and gave a gentle tug. Pop! She giggled. It made a popping sound when you ripped it out of the socket. She started to walk away with it, but stopped. It wasn’t coming. She opened her mouth in surprise, and gave a sharp tug. She giggled again. She looked at the eyeball, it was moving around, and looking anywhere but at her. It was funny. She giggled.

She looked at the other side of the eyeball, it was still attached. It was a long blue and red cord. Actually it wasn’t that long. But maybe she could jump it. Like jump a rope. She started to swing the eyeball around and around, watching as the long cord started to make an oval. She did it faster and faster, her finger still hooked on to it. Screaming, lots of screaming. She giggled and twirled it faster and faster.

Then a ripping sound. She stopped giggling and looked at her jump-a-rope, her eyes sad. It was broken, the cord was out of the socket. She looked down at the dead eye, and giggled. She remembered she had an eyeball once. It had tasted like chocolate, she had jammed it into her mouth before her Mother could find it. It had been good. Kind of chewy. Twisting her finger this way and that, she looked down at the eyeball. Then plunged it into her mouth, and started to suck on it. It was wet, and kind of gooey. She rolled it around on her tongue. It had a weird texture. There were bumps all along it. She ripped her finger out of the eyeball, and using her tongue, rolled it around in her mouth. She gently bit into it. Water exploded into her mouth. It was really good. It might not be chocolate, but it was yummy. She started to chew it, savoring the taste as she swallowed it bit by bit. She kept chewing this one piece, but it wouldn’t be chewed, it was really tough. She concentrated on chewing it, focusing all her attention on the one piece. She gave up on it finally, and just swallowed it. She made a face, that part was sour. She didn’t like sour things.

She put her hands up to her mouth, the cord was still hanging out of her mouth. She sucked it in quickly like spaghetti. It was good. Like chocolate spaghetti, with a nice texture. She licked her lips, and giggled some more. Her eyeball on Halloween hadn’t been that good. She licked her fingers one at a time. They were sticky and sweet, like caramel. She giggled as she licked. She watched her playmate as she licked her fingers. Her socket was all bloody, the other one looked really good too. She pulled her fingers out of her mouth and walked up to her playmate and put her finger in the socket, feeling around in it. It was warm and gushy. She put her whole hand in it, and giggled. She could feel things moving around in. She took her hand out, and started to lick her fingers again. The caramel was better than it was before. She stopped with her thumb in her mouth, she had just noticed something.

She had a visitor! She looked at the visitor, her head cocked. The visitor looks like its missing an eye. And she’s screaming. That isn’t very nice. The little girl’s smile turned into a frown. It wasn’t nice to scream at little girls. She walked towards the visitor, and started to stroke the visitor’s mouth. It closed as she stroked it more and more. But now she wanted it open. Bringing her other hand around she pried open the visitor’s mouth, and stuck a finger from her other hand into the visitor’s mouth. It was weird. She could feel the warm breath traveling up her arm, and it was warm inside, and bumpy. She put her whole hand into the mouth. There was a squishy thing at the start of a tunnel. She stroked it, and giggled. It was moving. She pulled at it. Pulled hard.

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She looked out the window. People had come to take her playmate away. It was sad. They had had so much fun. They had played house, and model. She had done the make up and had played plastic surgeon. It had been fun, but now the fun was over. They didn’t even say how pretty her playmate looked, they just covered her up with a bag. They didn’t even stop and admire it. But they must have sort of liked it. They had drawn all around her visitor with chalk, yellow chalk.

She liked chalk, maybe her next friend would color with her, with chalk. She hadn’t played a lot with chalk when she was younger, her Mother hadn’t let her. She stared out the window. It was pretty out, there were flashing colors. Red and blue, it was pretty. She clapped her hands in joy, it was so pretty. But it would be prettier if they were here at night. She knew that they were. She had seen it before. But it was scarier when they came at night. Because, well because she was afraid they would mess up her playmate and it was never fun when they did that. Sometimes though, they joined her, and it was really fun.

She watched the man come in the house, waving a pretty gold badge around. It looked kind of like a crown. That was fun, playing dress up. She always got to be the princess. The man with the crown badge walked around, two people were behind him. They were asking him lots of rude questions. Mother had always told her that it was rude to ask about the person’s life when they were at your house. It was suppose to be the other way. Hosts ask their guests about their life, not the other way around. She didn’t move though, she shouldn’t be seen or heard, Mother always beat her when she did other wise, but not during the night, because if they came during the night, they were there to stay. She watched as the man with the crown badge left the two other men. The one was kind of tall; they were both kind of tall. None of her daddies had been that tall. The tall but shorter one had a pretty light, he kept flashing it everywhere.

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They walked out, and she watched them go. She hoped that he came back with his pretty light. They left in an old car. It was weird looking. She giggled. Eyes shot her way, and she clamped her hand over her mouth. The people shook their heads, and looked away, muttering under their breaths. She giggled quietly to herself, suppressing her giggles. She shouldn’t be seen or heard, Mother would be mad. She giggled quietly again. Mother had looked weird when she had finshed playing house with her.

The people left, and the pretty lights left to, and she was alone. She sighed. Then giggled, not bothering to cover her mouth. She was alone. She clapped her hands in glee. She unfolded herself from the window sill and started to walk around the house, her feet not making a sound. She opened the cabinets, and frowned. They had taken all her food again. She brushed her hand where her jars had been. She started to cry. They had taken her eyeball. She had been saving it for later. Not bothering to shut the cabinets, she walked into her playroom. Tears were still streaming down her face. She bent down by the floor, and peeled up the carpet. She smiled, and the tears stopped. They hadn’t found her secret place.

She picked up a curved finger and placed it into her mouth, and smiled when as she ate it. It was kind of crunchy. She giggled and ate another. And another. She had five. She had been saving them for a while. She sucked on the last one. It was fatter than the others, but it was sort of shorter, and it was the best one to suck on. She put the carpet back down and started to wander the house again, dancing to nothing in particular. Then she stopped. She had visitor. She looked up to see the tall but shorter person. She giggled, and clapped her hands. He looked at her and screamed. She frowned, it wasn't nice to scream at little girls. She walked up to him, and started to pull him into a chair. He tried to struggle against her. But she was strong.

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She started to giggle. He looked so funny sitting there. He was kind of cute. Mother would’ve said that she should purge her mind of those thoughts. But he was kind of cute, especially when his shirt was off. She pulled out the first crayon, and giggled as he struggled against his restraints. She giggled again. One of her playmates had given those to her. her playmate had given her the restraints. They were all pretty and red. She looked down at the crayon in her hand, it was green. She started to draw on him. She pushed down hard on the crayon in concentration, it wasn’t coloring. She frowned.

Mother had shown her a different way to color. She had used this special crayon. Her eyes lit up, she didn’t think they had taken it yet. Bounding out of the room, she ran over to the dresser, and pulled open the second drawer. She pulled out a pretty crayon, it was so sharp, and pointy, like it was just taken out of the box It was always like that when Mother had used it. She went back over to her coloring board, and started to draw. She pushed hard, as she drew all over him. Then she frowned, she wanted a different color crayon. She was getting tired of red. But it was so pretty, it was like paint came out of the magic crayon. She giggled and looked over her art work. It was so pretty.

She used her special crayon to point out all her pictures. “This one is what my playmate looked like yesterday. She had really good eyes. This one didn’t like my tea, he threw it up.” She pointed to another and another, jabbing her special crayon into him. The pretty lights started to come, and it was dark out. They were pretty. She looked at the special crayon in her hand. She walked back over to the dresser to put it back in her special place, but stopped.

And cocked her head. She had a visitor. He was pretty, red paint was all over him. Giggling she walked over to him, and started to stroke his hair. It was really pretty. She started to tug on it. It wouldn’t come out. She tugged harder, and heard a ripping sound, and looked at the pretty stuff in her hand. She walked to the front of her visitor, and placed it in his hands.

“Pretty.”

She said. She giggled as she placed it into his hands. She skipped around him.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty” she chanted. Then she stopped, and turned to look at her visitor. He had really pretty toes. She bent down near then, and started to stroke them. She had had chicken toes before. These couldn’t be that different. She placed her mouth around the biggest toe, and she felt it wiggle around in her mouth. She giggled with her mouth open, and bit down hard. She heard a snap, and sucked in her breath, the yummy toe coming with her. She giggled with the big obstacle in her mouth. She spat it out, and cradled it in her hand for a while.

She looked up at her visitor, cocking her head, and started to push the toe into his mouth. But he wouldn’t open his mouth, she pushed harder and harder against his teeth. It wouldn’t go in. She frowned, and used her other hand to pry open his mouth, and put it inside. He tried to spit it out, but she pushed his mouth shut, and giggled. She knew he would enjoy it. They were so good.

She didn’t stay to watch him, but went down to his toes again, and bit off the other one. It wasn’t as juicy as the big one was, but it was still good. She chewed in happiness. She cocked her head. She heard something different. It was more playmates. It sounded like two. She giggled and clapped her hands. She never got this many playmates in one playdate before. Quickly swallowing her toes she looked up as the two new playmates came in. She smiled at them, her teeth stained blood red.

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Just a creepy little girl.