Fran (10/30/15)

        William,  Janet,  Katie  and  me  went  out drinking  one  night.  It  was  average  like  always when they got drunk. Katie would go home with a  random  stranger.  Janet  would  just  give  out handy’s to anyone who entered the bathroom. William got into fights leading everyone to get kicked out  and  I,  Aaron,  was  their  designated driver. This night William actually didn’t get us kicked out instead  he  just  made  a  new  friend named Jose. I didn’t care so I gave him a ride home too. Jose didn’t seem to be that drunk and was very quiet. The most tame of all of us now. I  go  into  the men’s  room  and  shove Janet’s sticky hands under hot water drowning them in soap. I have William help me drag her back to the car. All we need is Katie and we can leave. We searched and searched and could not find  her.  I  decided  she’d  be  fine  probably sleeping underneath a random stranger.
        I begin to drive Jose home first the suddenly we hear a banging  in  the  back  of  the  trunk. Janet  looked over at me, “Why are you breathing so heavy?” she asked I wasn’t. After we reach Jose’s house we  reluctantly  open  the  trunk  to  see  what  the noise was. I open the trunk, to find what looked like  a  passed  out  Katie  missing  her  pants.  Jose buts in, “How about we all go inside and try to sober  up  before  you  go  go  home?”  Looking down at Katie’s corpse-like state we follow him inside. I  set  Katie  on  the  couch  and  cover  her with a blanket. “Just make yourselves at home while I go get us some water.” Jose says. The four  of  us  sit  there  waiting  for  around  ten minutes  and  suddenly  a  little  girl  comes  down stairs.  ‘Would you all like to have a tea party?” she asks. The girl looks no more than eight years old.  Tea  means  a  sober  drink  so  why  the  hell not?  The  girl  jumps  with  excitement  as  she brings us the tea. We all sat in a little circle with our tiny cups and plates. We all begin to sip the tea and it was actually quite good. “So what’s your name?” I ask the young girl. She sat and stared  at  me  with  emptiness  in  her  eyes  for  a minute as if I had just killed her mother. The she quietly replied “Fran.” We all sat silently until Will asked “Is Jose your brother?” Fran sat there smiling  until  she  began  to  giggle.  Then  she stopped completely,   looked   down   and   said “No.”

      Everything went black.

       I woke up bound a chair unable to move. I  could  see  everyone.  All  tied  up  in  the  chairs, except for Fran. The poor little girl where could she be? Then I noticed her. Sitting in the middle of us all with her legs crossed smiling. I look to see if anyone else is awake. I look at Katie and see blood dripping off her body. Her throat was cut, it was deep, Katie was dead. Next I see Jose. His  legs were covered  in  blood  they  must  be broken. Janet and William look fine. Fran speaks finally. “Welcome to my game where everyone loses and  Katie’s  turn  is already  over.”  Fran walks over to Katie and flicks her forehead. We all stare as nothing happens. BOOM! Katie’s head flies clean off her body splattering against the wall.

          “Giving head was her specialty, not anymore”  Fran  says.  Janet breaks  into  tears, loudly wailing. Fran looks annoyed. She takes a fine  knitting  needle and  throws  it  at  Janet.  Her crying stopped. The needle had gone through her eye  and  out  the back  of  her  head.    Fran  spoke again, “Two turns over already? What a bore.” She  walks over  to  Jose  and  looks  down  at  his shattered knees. “Your turn now mister.” Fran takes  her  little  fist  and  drives  it  right  into his wounds.  She  does  this  repeatedly covering  her hands in his blood. This torture went on for 15 minutes  before  Jose  passed out  from  the pain and bled to death. “Only two left” she says. I looked over at will. He wasn’t scared. He wasn’t sad.  I  could see the pure blackness of his eyes. He was pissed. He stood up, the chair still tied to his body. He quickly spun himself trying to hit that girl, or whatever the hell that demonic bitch was.  As the  spun  the  chair  shatter  when  it collided with  her  launching  splinters  in  every direction.  I  shouted  for  him  to  untie  me but he was so caught up in anger he didn’t even notice me.

       Fran just laid on the floor motionless, in her white dress. He walked over to her, now untied completely, he swung back his left leg preparing to kick her like a football. But something happened. As he pulled his leg back it didn’t stop  bending.  It kept  twisting  until  his  entire kneecap shattered in the opposite direction. His screams from agony must’ve been able to be heard for miles. He collapsed to the floor. Fran stood  up.  There  was  now  blood  dripping fromboth her eyes. She said nothing this time, just an arm  with  and  open hand  stretched out  towards him. She clenched her fist. All I could here were several   popping   sounds   as if   someone   was making  popcorn.  After  a minute  I  realized  she was breaking all his bones one by one. All 206. One  after  the other  starting  with  his  feet so  he wouldn’t die right away. After 2 minutes the popping stopped  as  did  his  screams.  I  was  the last one left alive. Fran  just  stared  at  me.  It  felt like  an eternity but she just stared at me. Not only was I tied to the chair but it made me feel paralyzed. She began to walk closer to me. With each step causing my entire body to feel hotter and hotter. I began to sweat. She was only about a foot away from me now. She smiled at me. Then she was gone.  I  look down  to  see  why  I  kept  feeling hotter and I look to find that I had been on fire for the last ten minutes. The paralyzing sense of her staring  at  me  kept  me  still  as  I  burned  to death. This was it. I was the last survivor.

        All the events  that  occurred  that  night,  in  that house. Burned  away  with  my  ashes. No evidence  was ever recovered, and not a single body found.