Sally, Let me out!

Once upon a time,
there was a boy and a girl.
Laughing in the rooms
having all the fun in the world.
They played by the house,
They played by the creek,
The game they loved to play the most
was always hide and seek.
She chased him down the pathway,
he chased her through the trees.
She'd hide behind the mailbox.
He'd duck down in the weeds.
But once, when they were playing,
the game was taken far.
He didn't mean to do it,
but he shoved her too hard.
She stumbled back a few steps.
Why couldn't she fall down?
You see, Sally fell over the bridge
into the river... Drowned.

I didn't mean to do it.
I better try to get her.
I'm running down the hill faster,
Sally's under water, wetter.
The water was too high,
For little Sally to walk.
And then the river took a hold
and SLAMMED HER HEAD RIGHT OFF A ROCK!
Oh God! Sally!
I run down through the mud.
I swam through all the water,
which was filling up with blood.
I took her by her arm,
and pulled her to the side.
I layed her down in the mud.
I was too late. She'd died...

Panicking, hollering.
What was I to do?
I couldn't just leave Sally there.
What was I to do?
What if someone saw me push her?
What if someone saw me hurt her?
I can't go to Jail, I'm 6!!
I can't be locked away for Murder!!!
Only one thing left to do,
I better get to placement.
Take her back to my house
and then  lock her in the basement...

It's cold, it's dark.
There's spiders everywhere.
I had her wrapped up in a blanket
Just because I care.
I went down further down
into the crawl space.
I opened up a locker
and put her in place.
It took a few try's,
I'm swallowing my gut.
But then I slammed the locker down
and finally got it shut.
I pushed it in the corner,
and covered it with boxes.
No one could have hidden better,
not even foxes.
I made my way back to the basement,
then went back upstairs.
I closed the door behind me,
and said a few prayers.
I couldn't let anyone see
the blood upon my hands.
I've washed it all away.
Sally would understand...

11 years have passed.
I'm 17 years old.
11 years have passed.
And nobody knows.
Except there are a few things
that bother me a bit.
Sounds I hear through out the night
that just just like a little kid.
A voice from the basement,
Crying out "WHY!?"
and then the voice starts screaming,
and then the voice just dies.
11 long years,
these events have taken place.
I lay down to go to sleep,
and still, I see her face.
Sally's in the basement.
Nobody knows.
Now she's buried underneath
boxes full of clothes.
The house is creaking now.
I hear footsteps every night.
I never sleep after midnight.
I never sleep without the lights.
What if Sally wasn't dead?
What if she's alive?
What if she's been cold and lonely
all her teenage life?
Maybe she's been feeding
off the spiders on the shelves.
But what if she runs out of spiders?
Is she feeding on herself!?
I was only 6!
I didn't know better!
But now my life's a living hell.
Sally ain't getting any deader.
I try to watch TV
But guess would I should see!
Reports on people drowning
out in the sea!
Suddenly, Crash!
That couldn't be a mouse!
I start to hear footsteps.
There's someone in my house!
I run up to my room.
There's nobody there.
I run down to the kitchen.
...It's coming from Downstairs...
Sally! Don't kill me!
I didn't know no better!
Wait, Sally's dead,
and she ain't getting any deader.
But still, there's someone in my house.
on the bottom floor.
I grabbed my Ken Griffey ball bat,
and opened the door...

I'm walking down the stairs.
There's absolutely no heat.
My heart starts pounding
to the pitter patter of little feet.
Sally isn't dead!
That rock never knocked her!
And now she's found her way
out of her grave. The locker!
And just about this time,
was when I started to see.
Sally wasn't happy.
Sally wanted to kill me!
"Come and get me bitch!"
I suddenly barked.
The lights weren't working,
The basement was dark.
I had to make sure
I wasn't losing my head.
I'd go to the crawlspace
to make sure she was dead.
I went to the tomb,
the crawlspace where I locked her.
But then someone hit me with a rock.
I fell into...a locker.
I started feeling death
in the pit of my gut.
I tried to push myself out,
But then, IT SLAMMED SHUT!
The smell of the locker,
could have made a pig sick!
It smelled like rotting flesh,
and then I heard "Click"
What the hell was that?
and then the locker rocked.
I couldn't push the top open!
Oh My God! IT'S LOCKED!!
And then I started moving,
with the pitter patter of little feet.
We weren't moving fast.
Whoever it was was weak.
I felt the locker hit the wall,
and then I heard the sound
of boxes of clothing
being laid all around.
She's covering me up!
Sally never died!
She found her way out,
and put me inside!
I screamed for my life,
but it was a muffled sound.

No one ever even heard...

"SALLY! LET ME OUT!!!"