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Passing several other buildings along the way, Olivia tried calling Jillian as her eyes darted about in hopes of catching her sister possibly walking in her direction. In the apartment’s playground area was a grandfather watching his two grandkids walked their Chihuahua and Poodle. A few minutes later, Olivia quickened her pace at not getting an answer or a return call. As she came to the end of the complex’s property and a beginning trial into the nearby woods, still there was no sign of her sister.
Olivia stood there a second as she redialed the number making sure it was correct. Oddly enough she caught the sound of a distant phone ringing. She hung up. The ringing stopped. Olivia whispered aloud to herself, “Oh I better not catch her fooling around with that John Stevens in here either, I’ll kill her.” Then, entering the oaken, vine covered canopy of the undeveloped land, Olivia redialed the new number. Again she heard a phone ring. Its ringtone was getting louder and more distinct as Olivia went down the trail. She hung up, mad.
Coming to the Y junction, Olivia veered to the right; she knew the longer trail headed to the lakeside park area, where the Frisbee golf course began. If Jillian was with a boy she wanted to bust her red handed. The woods were silent. It was as if all the sound in the world had been turned off, and the outside muffled against the traffic and apartment life that lay beyond its lush greenery. Olivia’s eyes were scanning up ahead and her ears were hypersensitive, trying to pick up on any kind of noise.
“That’s creepy,” Olivia blurted aloud. Off the trail, amid a fern bed was the two halves of a white mannequin. The fourteen year old girl stood there for a second, and then, looking about her surroundings wondered aloud, “Where in-the-world is that girl.” She sighed a frustrated breath, and redialed her sister’s number. The phone rang loudly. Ever so slowly Olivia’s eyes began to edge back to the splayed mannequin parts. Suddenly her eyes honed in on the lit screen of Jillian’s cell phone. It was placed in clear view, resting atop a fallen tree branch mere inches from the feet of the red painted mannequin.
The mannequin was separated at the waist. The upper portion was laying a foot or so apart from the hips, with their badly bruised legs spread wide apart. Its groin area had a gaping hole, and a blacken-red, mangled-mass spilling out where the gentiles should have been. The body was covered in a battering of ugly bruises. The face of the mannequin was horrible to look at. Olivia was frozen as she stood there unable to take her eyes off the thing. The mouth of the white body on the ground in front of her had its cheeks slashed forming a grotesque, bleeding smile; its eyes and forehead had been brutally caved in. Suddenly, Olivia’s eyes went to the mannequin’s left ankle, and immediately identified Jillian’s bangle bracelets; dotted with pink butterflies.
She squealed a long, repeated scream, and then began vomiting over and over.
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