The door swung open, revealing darkness. A smell hit Charlie hard and she retched.

Ah, God, she thought. What kind of awful thing is in there? An outhouse? A dumpster? Another dead body? One thing was for sure, it smelled like hell.

Without warning, a hand shot out of the darkness. Bony fingers wrapped around Charlie's wrist. She screamed as she was jerked inside. The door slammed behind her and the hand was still wrapped around her wrist. She didn't scream anymore, but her heart was pounding so loud in her ears, she wouldn't have heard the scream even if she made one.

The hand didn't seem very tight, she noted, and it was small. She knew right away that whoever it was, it wasn't Jack.

"Shhh," a feminine voice said urgently. "Be quiet. The walls can hear you. They tell him. They tell him everything."

Charlie's brows narrowed as she tried to understand. "They who?" she asked.

"The walls," the girl whispered. "They know him. Nice guy. Cute guy. Lies, lies, lies. Told me we were going on a date, but now I'm here."

Charlie's eyes swam in the darkness as she tried to make out the girl's shape. Her eyes were finally adjusting. It was hard to focus on anything but the horrible stench, but once she saw the girl's eyes, she couldn't un-see them. They were wide and wild. Charlie had seen the look once on a rabid raccoon. It had come onto their porch during the day, frothing from the mouth and baring its teeth with vicious intentions. Her dad had to shoot it before it infected any of their pets. No doubt about it, this girl was batshit crazy.

"How long have you been here?" Charlie asked.

"Three," she said.

"Three?" Days? Weeks? Years?

"Did you bring it?"

"Bring what?"

"My diary. He said I could have my diary after last time." The girl's voice was urgent and secretive. Charlie had no idea what she was talking about.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't-"

"Sun. Did you see sun today?"

"Erm...yeah-"

"Too loud, too loud," the girl said frantically.

"Sorry," Charlie whispered. She knelt down in front of the girl, who had sat against the wall and folded in on herself timidly. "I don't have your diary, but I'll do better. I'll get you out of here."

The speaker crackled. The girl let go of Charlie and scuttled backward.

"Kill her and you will go free," the voice of Jack said.

Charlie's mouth went dry. The girl perked her head up and gave Charlie a fearful look. Cornered. She looked even younger than Charlie. A thousand times more afraid, and ten times crazier. How could Charlie hurt someone that wasn't even in their right mind? Someone who never did anything to her?

"How...how can you ask me to do something like this?" Charlie demanded, looking for the speaker, thinking seriously of busting it. "Kill for you? You expect me to kill for you?"

"I wasn't talking to you," he said flatly.

By the time the words registered to Charlie, it was too late. She felt the girl's weight as she leaped on Charlie's back and wrapped her skinny arms around her neck. The thin fingers of one hand spread across Charlie's face, the other wrapped in strands of her hair.

"What the hell?" she screamed. "Get off of me you nutcase!"

"I have to!" the girl cried. "I have to if I want to see sun."

Charlie slipped her hand through the bend at the girl's elbow. She wrapped her fingers around the back of the girl's head and flipped. The girl flew right over Charlie's head and hit the floor hard. Charlie heard the OOMPH! when all the air left the girl's lungs.

"We don't have to do this," she said.

The girl was already back on her feet, coming after Charlie with a thick chain. It was attached to her leg at one end, the other end attached to the wall, but it was long and the slack was in her hands. She swung it and Charlie dodged, falling on the dirty floor. CACHINK! It hit the wall. She swung again and Charlie rolled away, leaving the chain to smack hard against the floor.

"Please, just stop," Charlie begged.

"No, I have to do it. The voice says, we do, or else we don't get to watch My Little Ponies, we don't get to have pizza-" She grunted as she swung again.

Charlie was maneuvering around the darkened room, dodging blows as best she could. Then she stepped in the wrong spot. Something slick on the floor downed her. As her leg hit it, she realized it was feces. It was nothing compared to what she saw face to face, however.

A corpse.

It wasn't very old. Half of the skull was bashed in, but she could still see remaining flesh on the other side. The eye was still there, partly covered by a limp eyelid.

Charlie felt like one of those snakes had managed to follow her and slip around her throat. It was tightening. Tightening. She couldn't take her eyes off the corpse. That girl had been living here with this thing? Get real, Charlie, she thought, that girl probably did this to that person. And she would do it to her next.

The girl used the chain to pull Charlie to her, squeezing with all her strength. The cold metal bit into her bony hands, but it was worth it. She was about to earn her way out of here after all this time...