Shelly instantly thought about the person in the road and knew she should check if they were all right. She unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to get out of the car but screamed at what she saw. In the side window she saw the face of a young girl who looked no older that six, staring in at her. The girl eyes were wide and frightened and where her jawbone should be was a bloody void. Shelly panicked and backed away onto the passenger seat. The girl raised her bloodstained hands to the window of the car and rubbed them against the glass leaving tiny bloody fingerprints on the window.
The thick stench of blood filled the cold car and Shelly knew she had to escape from this unnatural incident. Things she had heard about the Black Cross murders filled her head. People disappeared in these woods all the time, so people said, but Shelly hadn’t believed them until now. She turned the key in the ignition to try and start the car again. The engine spluttered and groaned but refused to start; she was trapped.
Shelly looked at the road again, looking for the lights of the nearest down. They were far in the distance, at least a mile to walk to. As her eyes darted around she saw figures emerging from the tree line on the other side of the road. They were walking slowly and as they grew closer Shelly realised they were all children. Each child had the same sickening features; a bloody hole instead of a jawbone, wide frightened eyes and bloodstained little hands.
Shelly was petrified, she put her head down and prayed. God answered her as she noticed her cell phone was on the floor of the car. She quickly grabbed it and keyed in ‘911’ and cried to the operator to send a police car to Black Cross woods. The operator said that the car was on its way and Shelly felt a degree of safety. She kept her head in her hands and her eyes screwed up tightly until a knock on her window caused her to jump back. Her comfort came when she heard, “Its alright ma’am, I’m a police officer.” Shelly slowly opened her car door and stepped out into the cold, pitch-black night.
“What seems to be the problem?” questioned the officer.
“T-They was here, all around the car.” Shelly replied shakily.
“Who was here, miss?” Asked the officer “There’s nobody on these roads except you.”
Shelly looked confused but was relieved they had left her alone. She was even more relieved when the police officer offered her a lift back to town.
In the drive in the police car nothing unusual happened. Shelly told the officer what had happened to her that night but he seemed unwilling to believe her. When the car pulled up outside the station in the town, the officer asked Shelly to come inside. Shelly obliged of course and was horrified to find that the officer wanted her to spend the night in a cell. “I’m not crazy!” she yelled, “I am not making all this up! Why won’t you believe me?”
The officer stared at her for a moment then lead her to an empty cell. The cell was nothing more than a small room with a windowless steel door. “Try and have some sleep miss, it is late. We can talk things over in the morning.”
Shelly sat in the corner of her dimly lit cell and tried to forget the events of this night, but knew they would haunt her for a lifetime. As the thoughts ran through Shelly’s mind, the bulb in the room flickered and went out and in the darkness she felt tiny little hands grasping at her throat.
