You woken in what felt like a bag, your eyes were covered with a piece of cloth. It smelled bloody. All you could heard was your self being dragged and the killer grunting for quite a while. You wonder how long you have been passed out for. It felt like days in that bag. You sigh and try not to panic, alerting the killer that was dragging you. So you sigh and try to sleep hoping when this wreck will stop, since unfortunately you have no weapon on you, but your plan was that once you were free you would try to murder that insane murderer. You went to sleep for now. He kept on dragging you and dragging you and it felt like HOURS. You woke up when your head hit the ground. Hard. You groan in pain and wake up. You are still in the bag and try to squirm your way to freedom, not a lot for you to get noticed but a good amount of distance. All you heard was that dreadful man's voice talking and talking. At first it sounded like he went insane since it sounds like he is talking to him self. But after a while, it went silent. Then a split second later you felt something slimy around your body. Then the cloth that was covering your eyes were finally removed. In shock all you saw was a man that had a blank face, with black tentacles and a very... nice dress attire, just a black suit with a red tie. The blank face looked at the murderer. He responded to the tall man, "Well (She/he) is all I could save before murdering them.. And I only murdered two! The rest had everything shut, and this one didn't have (Her/His) bathroom window closed. So just take it man!" You thought to your self, "Well aren't I bright?" The tall man rolls his eyes and nods his head. The white man lets you go and the murderer grabs a hold of you. You tried to squirm to get free and tried to make a break for it. The killer took out a dull knife and points it at your face telling you, "It would be A LOT easier if you just do as we say then we wouldn't have to hurt you now ok?" You growls and looks at the killer. You tell him, "I hope you burn in hell!" The killer laughs and looks at you saying, "Well... that's not nice to say now.But don't worry you will get used to us real quickly.." You looked around a little bit and found a house within eye distance. You looked at the ground a bit, trying to find a rock to hit the killer with and make a dash for that house. You sigh and quickly grabbed a sharp rock from the ground and threw it at the murderer. You made a mad dash to the house, hoping there was a phone in there. You barged in the house quickly and ran up stairs trying to hide in a room and hoping there was a phone inside it. You found a door that had pretty pink wall paper, and has "Sally's room" over it. You sigh in regret and went inside the room. For some old house it sure had nice colors and it seemed neat and cute. You tilts your head a bit wondering how it stayed clean for so many years. Considering this was an old house.  You shrug and you looked around the room for any type of phone to call the police with. You searched high and low. Almost made it seem messy. You stopped looking when you heard a little girl's voice, at the door way asking you, "What are you doing in my room?". You turn around slowly and you see its a little girl no older then 7 years, and has a teddy bear in her hand and has blood and dirt all over her. You didn't know either to scream or take her with you. She seemed badly beaten, bloody and everything. You didn't really know what to do. But all you heard from her was "Slendy! There is this weird (Man/Woman) in my room!" You tilted your head asking the little girl, "Who is Slendy?" She shook her head and looked at you in the eyes with her green emerald eyes. For a split second, she looked like the same Sally that you knew when you were little. The same Sally that kept smiling, that same one that you played with, and came down from the block. She always had marks on her arms and legs. You shook your head thinking it could not be the same person from your child hood. Since she died in a house fire, with her family. You moved the little girl out of the way and tried to run down stairs out of the house. Until you got stopped... By none other then the tall, white man him self.