>Chapter 01
>Chapter 02
>Chapter 03
>Chapter 04
>Chapter 05
>Chapter 06
>Chapter 07
>Chapter 08
>Chapter 09
>Chapter 10
>Chapter 11
>Chapter 12
>Chapter 13
>Chapter 14
>Chapter 15
>Chapter 16
>Chapter 17
>Chapter 18
>Chapter 19
>Chapter 20
>Chapter 21
>Chapter 22
>Chapter 23
>Chapter 24
>Chapter 25
>Chapter 26
>Vote Story
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Chapter 23
"Please help us Frank, please we need you." He could hear the voices but he couldn't see them. He couldn't see a thing. Everything was black as black as the night sky. In this sky there were no stars only voices. Childrens voices screaming "Please help us!" into the night sky, into the darkness.
"Frank, come here." He could see the light beginning to open at the end of the darkness. So bright was the light it nearly blinded him. He covered his face slightly with his hand and began to walk. The little voices say "That's it Frank, walk to the light. We need to show you for you to help us."
"What do you want to show me? I don't understand" Frank screamed into the night. Still he walked on closer to the light, closer to the truth. The wind blew his clothes so hard he thought they would rip from his body. The closer he got to the light the harder it became to walk, his legs buckling like jelly. "Come on Frank, don't give up please!" The little voices plead. Frank struggled to carry on towards his goal, the light at the end of the tunnel. Then he was there. The wind stopped and light engulfed his vision. Sinking to his knees he hid his face as his eyes adjusted to the light. He felt a little tug on his arm and looked up to see a little girl of about three standing there. "I have to show you" She said before placing her hand on his forehead. As soon as contact was made a blinding pain ran through his head causing him to scream in pain. A thousand visions flooded his brain at once, too many to distinguish one from the other. All were of children dying horrific deaths, Their heads all being torn from their bodies as easily as if they were jelly babies. He saw their bodies all heaped together on one bloody pile of rotting carcuses. Some of them looked newborn. He screamed for them, for him, and for everything that was wrong with a world that this could happen. He felt their pain surge through his veins and he felt their anger. They wanted to go home but they couldn't.
"Help us go home Frank!" The little voices said.
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