You follow the girl down the dank stairs into a basement room. As your eyes adjust to the dim light from the street, you see two shiny tables and what looks like stacks of cheap styrofoam coolers. Then your eyes dart to the three figures ghosting toward you from the shadows. You turn to the door in time to see the tiny girl throw an enormous deadbolt home. "Is it going to work this time?" she asks the others. "Only one way to find out," replies a hoarse teenage voice. You whirl around and head for the door. The girl blocks it and you grab her by the shoulders to move her out of the way. She is completely immovable. She lifts her arms up to grasp your waist and her grip is like a steel vise. As she does this, the burlap cloak falls back from her chest, and you see a wire mesh covering what looks like an strange cavity where her lungs should be. She throws you onto one of the tables like a sack of rice. She then takes off her cloak and hoists her own tiny frame onto the other table. "Hurry up," she croaks, "I'm running out of time."
Some bright lights go on as hands press you down, securing your body to the table. You look over to the girl, who is opening up her chest like a bird cage. She lifts out a mess of spoiled meat and rubber tubing and gives it to one of the boys, who begins to pick it apart. She turns her haggard little face to you. "I'm sorry I have to do this to you," she gasps. Someone shoves a rubber mask over your nose and mouth. You struggle to keep your eyes open for awhile. The last thing you notice is the girl's strange ear. It is too large, too old for the rest of her face, and it seems to hang a bit slack from her head. You wonder how long she can keep this up.
THE END
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
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