You were stunned and well.. at this point speechless. You couldn't tell if you were going to die or live? Maybe, hell only this tall.. whatever the hell he is going to either murder you or let you leave. He let tentacles come out from his back and aiming at you. You closed your eyes ready to brace for impact since you truly thought that you were going to die. Until you heard a yell, almost sounding like a 9-year old-ish voice. So you and the white tall man both turned your heads to the little girl. She speaks in a rather small tone, saying "Maybe we shouldn't kill (She/him/they/them)!" The tall man titled his head and looks- well..maybe looking at her since of course, he had no eyes, to begin with. The little girl exclaimed, "Maybe.. she can be used a playmate for me when you guys are out!" The damned killer looked at her, responding "Well I say we shouldn't. Cause what if (He/she/They/them) Leak out all our info and everything else in between. You know? We can't afford that Sally." You nod your head a little.. Sally.. That name rings a bell a little, but you don't know why. You shrug looking at them both, responding "I'll be her playmate! Since you, men never have time for her, and apparently, she and I are in the same boat of being only children. So it will do her some good!" Sally's face lit up and nods head in excitement. Sally exclaims with excitement, from her tiny little body, "Please Jeff! Please! I promise (She/he/They/Them) will be good!" The white tall man puts his hand up to his forehead, and same with Jeff. Jeff groans and looks at Sally, "Fine, but if (She/they/them/he) do something stupid, they're in the graveyard!" You gulp in fear. You nod your head and stutter with some type of confidence, "Y-yeah .. I-I'll go upstairs and play with Sally!" You ran upstairs quickly hoping for the life of you that you don't end up dead or anything of the sort. You look around the hallway and try to remember where was her room. Since the room seemed to match up with what Sally likes. Teddy bears, toys, pink things usually of that type of stuff. But there was one thing that always kept bothering you from Sally. She had one raggedy teddy bear with a few limbs that are about to come off and that she is bleeding from her head. But with no pain. Her dress is torn and muddy. But no care. While wandering around the hallway, trying to find your room. You start to think to yourself, "Is she from that case where.. a 9-year old child died from some incident with her uncle and her parents?... Then isn't she suppose to be in her coffin by now?" You shudder to that type of thought. 

(CLIFFHANGER CAUSE IT'S LIKE 10:35 PM FOR ME ok have fun exploding)