*a continuation*

The girl finally stops running. She catches her breath, and as she does so, she comes to the conclusion that no one is after her.

An immense since of relief floods through her veins.

A sudden figure appears. It's one of her friends.

"He's dead," the figure tells her, "I felt him go through the gate!"

She can't help but cry, and shout loudly in a triumphant manner. She can be loud now that she knows no one is after her.

"We did it!," she cries loudly, holding the figure tightly. It cries too, feeling her freedom.

Frankie Prynne, more commonly known as "006", is a free girl.

"I always knew you'd escape," the figure insists. Frankie grins widely and nods in agreement. "Yeah, of course, I knew that, too."

"What now?," she mumbles, suddenly less enthusiastic. She really didn't think this idea through.

For an hour, she mindlessly wonders through the woods. The figure disappears.

Finally, she comes to a stop. She is now stood in front of an abandoned house. It's scary looking, and looks like it hasn't been occupied in years.

"You could live here," the figure suggests, reappearing from thin air.

"Here?!," Frankie scoffs, clearly not enthused at the idea, "this place gives me the creeps..." She isn't even fazed by the fact that it reappeared from no where.

The figure rolls its eyes.

"Well, I don't see you producing any better ideas."

Frankie gives a reluctant sigh, staring disgustedly at the house. The figure frowns a little, patting her shoulder. Not that she'd feel it.

"Looks can be deceiving," it insists, "we can clean this place up real nice. Plus, if I'm not mistaken, there's something in there that'd you'd like."

Frankie raises an eyebrow at it.

"What's that supposed to mean?," she questions.

The figure only grins in response.

So, without hesitation, she sprints into the creepy house. Her hands swat the air, ridding the doorway of cobwebs. Her eyes scan the house, searching for whatever the figure was talking about earlier.

A gasp leaves her lips as she finally sees what it meant.

A piano. There's a piano there. Who's crazy enough to leave such a beauty behind?

"Play it," the figure whispers to her, suddenly right beside her, "it's meant for you."

Frankie swallows her excitement and nods her head. Slowly, she walks to the piano and plays a single key. She then proceeds to sit on the piano bench and play random tunes.

The figure rolls its eyes.

"You know that isn't the song we want to hear," it grumbles. Frankie stops playing.

"I'm not ready to play that song yet..." she trails apologetically.

"You'll never be ready if you keep waiting for the "right" time. There is no right time for anything. It's now or never," it insists annoyed. She frowns at it's words.

"No. I'm not ready yet. I'm not going to be tossed around again. I'll play the song when I'm ready," she states. Her decision is final.

The figure sighs.

"Fine. I'll be around when you do play it," it mumbles, vanishing into thin air. The girl sighs.

"It's time to turn this house into a home," she tells herself as she stands from the bench and begins to clean up.

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(Talk about creepy cabins, am I right?)