“Ring around the rosey”
She hears children giggling from the next room.
“A pocket full of posey”
Her breathing erratic and her hands shake as she slowly turns the ancient doorknob of the hospital room.
The door creaks, her eyes watering heart pounding.
“They all fall…”
The door swings open. The room is empty aside from turned over beds, the wall paper seemily torn from the walls lay scattered all over the floor. In the middle of the room sat a small doll in a pink pettifore. Then her breath catches.
The word unmistakably came from right behind her. In tears now she slowly turns around, what stood before her was no child. It’s legs twisted out at odd impossible angles, it’s torso stretched thin, a gaping black whole where it’s mouth should be. Then everything went black.
Written by Teen Librarian Tiffany