Alana

It is a mighty doom, which hangs upon the prospects of the impending hour, and from its ominous signature, which is to be administered not in the physical sense, but rather from the soul upon which its limb is thrust, I find my futurity rendered into deplorable blackness. We are but bound to the parameters, of a feeble existence, or rather a dearthful expanse of quiet mystery, that when disturbed, awakens many horrible apparitions. I am presently lounged, in this abandoned cottage, and for the nonce I am secure. I shall assign quantifiable semblance to my ordeal and the misfortune which harangues me, in this encapsuling summary. It was yesterday yes, a gloomy day I might add, that I ensconced in my motionless motor, by some undesignated outskirt of the town. There was a strange quiescence of sorts in the environs, and I felt dull about it all. It was an unusual sentiment, and yet in the infallible stature of my schedule, I had arrested, and contrived to the avenue of proclivity, a private objective. I will admit, before the deed is sullied onto this page, that the engorging percussion of my heart, filled my vessel profusely with agitations, and by sensations of a familiar horror, I began to dream many lurid things. I had usually failed in my enterprise afore, but the hold of those fascinations had become a conviction, which only a malignant fiend could muster or conceive. It was the lustful appetition of little girls, which I speak of! I shudder to surrender these words, for even in the immutable derivation of their echoing posterity and redeeming necromancy, there exists the pervasive doubt, of my wholeness. I saw drifting in the distance, a little girl in a bright yellow dress, conspicuously solivagant, and ominously oblivious. Abandoning my vehicle, with a dandy piece of chocolate I sauntered to the girl, with my eyes wary of any intrusive survey. Upon my tacit welcome I spoke, as if having been formerly acquainted with the lass,

"Say, will you walk by without greeting a friend" I grinned, unto the curious countenance, which mollified into passive transaction.

"I am not sure we've met before sir, do you need directions?" And to this, an affected laugh struggled from that hollow, decadence of the soul, until a lurid fever crept upon me. I remembered to speak, and at length, I reached from my coat, and presentented the previously undisclosed treat with the words

"Perhaps I can be of help instead, will you join me, there's more in the vehicle" I said addressing the designated resort, with my finger but the girl narrowed her eyes, injecting the venom of suspicion into the industry of my artifice.

"But who are you sir, I mean your name, what is it" and from the audible percussions of my heart, I barely surmounted a particularly insufferable dread, and although the designation published had been obscure to me (for now I could only hear the thump in my chest) it was clear that my mouth uttered, out of pure surmise the words,

"Willy Wonker, yes I am Willy Wonker!" I said with a childish giggle, which was half madness and half anticipation.

"Will we go to the chocolate factory then?" She said pressing her hand upon her mouth, oppressing the augmented escape of mirth from it, and I responded with hurried vehemence, for I feared the formidable thrusts of time had ventured far.

"Yes, take it do not worry now" I hissed, with a hideous quiver of the brain, and in acquiescence, the reception was approved. We sauntered together, conversing of fantastic inventories, and other humorous follies but there was still a silence upon the air. The town was unusually empty, on this portion of town, and all that could be heard were the pigeons and the susurrus of trees. I anxiously surveyed the environ, and there was not a pedestrian in sight and out of sheer terror of the unknown, i sprung open the boot and grabbed the shrieking little girl, striking her unconscious before shoving her inside. The boot was shut, but indeed there was an uncanny depression upon the air, and now I could only hear voices, whispering inaudibly from a secure distance, and yet no mutual personhood could be fathomed nor imagined.

I finally journeyed a marginable distance from the sight, but there was something in my radio frequency which startled me, videlicet rendered me idiotic beyond any victim of address. It was the hollow voice of the little girl, whom I had trapped in my boot,

"You did not ask me my name, it is Alana and my mother was expecting me. She will be so disappointed. She always says I should not wander off alone" and then the skies became a ghastly grey and all the squealing birds of the skies, descended upon my vehicle, and obscured me until, I fancy I was thrust onto a tree in some woodlot. I egressed with little harm and in the ensuing silence of evanescence and dread I visited my boot, and sprung open its hinges, and in it was a minuscule human skeleton in a yellow dress, partially occluded by fresh mud and a steel shovel. A brevity of survey around the woodlot delivered me to the sight of a deep maggot ridden grave.