The Tale of Abigail
Abigail smiles. The old woman seems nice. "Okay," she agrees. "I'd like that."
She steps into the woman's house, and is instantly hit by the aroma of freshly-bakes cookies. Abigail's stomach grumbles, and she realizes that she hasn't eaten since morning.
The old woman notices, and giggled. "I'll get you some food later, dear. But first- your injuries. Just wait a minute and let me get my first-aid kit!"
Before Abigail can say yes, a loud scream sounds from the basement. Suddenly, the old woman's smile doesn't seem very warm anymore. "Excuse me for a moment," she tells Abigail, her teeth clenched. "Let me deal with something."
And with that, she disappears down the stairs- but not before getting a knife hanging from the center wall.
Abigail feels the beginnings of fear creeping up onto her neck. What should she do?
She steps into the woman's house, and is instantly hit by the aroma of freshly-bakes cookies. Abigail's stomach grumbles, and she realizes that she hasn't eaten since morning.
The old woman notices, and giggled. "I'll get you some food later, dear. But first- your injuries. Just wait a minute and let me get my first-aid kit!"
Before Abigail can say yes, a loud scream sounds from the basement. Suddenly, the old woman's smile doesn't seem very warm anymore. "Excuse me for a moment," she tells Abigail, her teeth clenched. "Let me deal with something."
And with that, she disappears down the stairs- but not before getting a knife hanging from the center wall.
Abigail feels the beginnings of fear creeping up onto her neck. What should she do?