Little Lucy

Look out for the girl at the end of the street

Little Lucy

Short and sweet

Had pretty curls

Lived down the street

How was I to know

She wanted me

all the other little boys and girls

with their hair in pretty curls

would point in terror

run and scream

from little Lucy and from me

I rode over to her house

Not knowing what I would find 

There was Little Lucy

Looking me in the eye

"So, you've finally come to me?

How i've waited for this day."

Then Little Lucy took my hand

Now I write this from my grave

Now I beg of you

Listen to me please

Always keep an eye out

Foor the girl at the end of the street

 

"Alec! Shut up!" I screamed as I burried my face into my hands. My boyfriend errupted in laughter and put an arm around my shoulder. Angrily, I shook it off. He knew how much I hated scary stories. My overactive imagination couldn't handle them.

"Aw, I'm sorry Laney bear." He said, still smiling broadly. I lifted my head and rolled my eyes at him. "C'mon baby. You know I'll protect you." Alec oppened his arms invitibgly and gave me his best puppy dog look. Groaning in defeat, I fell into his arms, squeezing my eyes shut so i wouldn't be tempted to look for little Lucy.

 

"Laney...Laney. Your next. Come meet me Laney...at the end of the street!"

 

I woke up in the middle of the night sweating and panting. This was the 3rd nightmare about Little Lucy I had i a row. And for the third night in a row I grabbed my cell and dialed Alec's number.

"Laney?" his voice came thogh thick with sleep and my stomach turned with fear and guilt.

"Sorry." I whispered.

"Nightmare."

I sighed, "Yeah."

"Lanes I'm sorry I told you about Little Lucy. But babe it's just a stupid story."

"I know. Its just... ugh. Your right it is stupid."

"Ok babe. Night, love you."

"Love you too."

Alec hung up and I pulled my blanket around my shoulders. Thats the last time I remember waking up.

 

Alec's Point of View

It had been a week since I heard from Laney. At first I was happy, apparently she had got over Little Lucy.Really, I was relieved. I knew how freaked out she got by stories like that. I felt so bad. But then she stopped callin at 2 in the morning and I felt a little better. The thing is though, she stopped calling all together. When i started to really worry, though, was when I started to have these dreams.  Lane was trapped in her basement, telling me she needs me.

On the 7th day I couldn't help myself.  This feeling was boinling in my stomach and I ran down the street to her hose. All the lights were off and the frong door was cracked open.

"Laney?" I called, stepping in the house and peering around. A girlish giggle echoed around the room.

I hesitated. "Lane...?" Again the giggling. Then She was infront of me, staring in my eyes. Her dark brown hair was in bouncy curls, tien in two bright blue bows. Her light, frilly sundress was the smae shade. Her face was pained like a porcilen doll's. Her smile was sweet and innocent, but her blue eyes were afraid, but then she blinked and there was nothing but confidence.

"So," she said, "You've finally come to me."

5 years later

Little Laney

Short and sweet

Had pretty curls

Lived down the street

How was I to know

She wanted me

all the other little boys and girls

with their hair in pretty curls

would point in terror

run and scream

from little Laney and from me

I rode over to her house

Not knowing what I would find 

There was Little Laney

Looking me in the eye

"So, you've finally come to me?

How i've waited for this day."

Then Little Laney took my hand

Now I write this from my grave

Now I beg of you

Listen to me please

Always keep an eye out

Foor the girl at the end of the street