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Into her room walked her father. She smiled, she was saved. Her father picked Jenny up and saw the stab wound from the pencil in her back. Then Jenny made the mistake to look at the door where her father had just came from.
Standing in the entrance to her room. Jenny tried to scream and tell her dad, but she couldn't.
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Talk to me, sweetheart. The creature was stopping her. Tears streamed down her face as the girl with the grin, the blood, the fangs, and the eyes moved towards her father. But then the creature looked up at the light, which was still turned on. And then with the most agonizing and with the most angry face, ran out of the room. Jenny was able to speak again. Will you tell me why you're destroying your room?! She felt great pain in her back as she sat on the floor. We can't turn off the light! Her heart started pumping fast again as she started wondering what was going to happen when that light went off.
Maybe it was watching what was going on. Maybe she was watching whether or not the light was turned on. Jenny turned over in her bed and closed her eyes.
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But something was strange: But that never happened. It was well over ten minutes now, and her dad never moved.
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She smiled at the thought of her dad being loyal and making sure everything was okay for the whole night. But she wanted to make sure. Jenny hobbled across he bed to the lamp at the side of her bed. Her dad had been mutilated. His bottom jaw was removed. The tongue was left to hang out with blood leaking from the mouth like a tap.
His clothes had been ripped off to reveal a massive slice ripped down the chest. One of his eyes had been impaled by the same pencil that had been in Jenny's back. When she woke up, she wasn't in her bedroom. She was in her living room on one of her chairs. Her legs were tied to the bottom and her arms were tied to the side.
Jenny was also gagged. The girl was standing in the side of the room, with a knife. Jenny started sweating with fright. She was crying so much that her eyes started stinging and she could hardly see. It moved closer and closer to her. The creature grabbed Jenny's arm Jenny's head flicked up in pain and her chest was in pain from the attempt to scream. Her arm went numb as the creature pulled out some flesh.
Jenny's heavy breathing became annoying for the creature. So it repetitively stabbed her in the chest with the kitchen knife. The gag in Jenny's mouth became blood stained from the blood being pumped through her mouth. Jenny's eyes rolled back as the pain became unbearable.
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One day before Christmas, the snow is coming down thick, crisp, and even on the streets of Toulouse.
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Christine is doing well. There, she focuses on proper topics—not just airy, pointless, and endless trite, but subjects of substance. Granted, she has demons—mainly connected to her parents like everyone else—but her work is going well. She has never been late, not once in seven years. What could possibly go wrong? It had not snowed a great deal overnight; the layer on the body of her old Saab was no thicker.
She walked around the bonnet. For half a second, she stood with her arms limp at her side, her breath coming out in little white clouds. In the film of snow covering the windscreen, a finger had written:. Then looked all around her, slightly dizzy. She squirted the de-icer onto it. Then put the canister away and locked the Saab. Not with this snow. She rushed towards the nearest Metro station careful not to slip.
In seven years, this had never happened. This is just the beginning of a nightmare in which everyone seems to be pulled—acquaintances and complete strangers alike. Christine tries to get one step ahead of the situation as it unrolls at breakneck speed, but all she succeeds in doing is making everything worse, and it gets more dangerous by the minute. An unsolved murder in a hotel seems to hold a clue, as the keycard to the room it took place in unexpectedly turns up.
Servaz, the local policeman, realizes that his fate is intertwined with the victim of the crime, but that offers little comfort, as the case spirals out of control and the hunted become the hunter and then the hunted, once again. Everyone needs somebody, and sometimes help is staring you in the face but is too close for you to actually see it.
So it is with Christine, who seeks help from an unlikely source. Unlikely enough to make her think she actually is going mad. It was only once she had left the bedroom that she realized how afraid she was. Was it wise to invite someone like him to her place? He might be an ex-convict, a strung out junkie, a thief, a rapist.