Girl, Burglar And Mobile

There was once a girl, as little as one can be, who lived in a tower, as tall as they came. 

From the one sole window, the little girl would peek her tiny head out and gaze with wonder at the never-ending greenery. From the crisp-blue sky to large cotton clouds that floated lazily, she couldn't help but be mesmerized by everything and anything.

Far, far below her window, stood surfeit of sheep chewing away lethargically at the green food. They were highly intriguing to the little girl. After all, it wasn't every day one would bear witness to playful sheep of such a plethora of colors! They were green to blue, red to green, and blue to red. For the life of her, she could never truly figure out why seeing them brought her so much... tranquility and an unfathomable amount of relief. It was as if there was something magical about them. Perhaps, that is why they captivated her so much. 

Out of the blue, shivers ran down her spine. 

Her head snapped towards the back of her small room. The room was as shabby and dull as ever. There was not a difference of a speck of dust, yet she glanced uneasily at the pitch-black door behind her. 

The door had not made a creak of sound. As far as she could remember, the door remained as it was, unmoved. There wasn't anything extraordinary about it but something inside her always warned against opening it. Sometimes, she would dare herself, and sometimes, she would even get as close as to clenching the doorknob but no further. A frenzy fear would grab her heart instantaneously and she would rush away from it as far as possible. Deep within, she knew that she wouldn't like what was beyond the door. 

She took in deep inhales, to pacify her heart that threatened to leap out of her chest. There is nothing there, she told herself. There is no need to be-

The doorknob twisted slightly.

Her breath caught itself in her throat. Everything stilled-even her heart. 

Creaking loudly, the door slowly opened as a tall man stepped in.

How she knew he was a man, she had no idea for the man's 'face' was void of any features. He was dressed in all black, like a Dracula. And in his hand, was.... a pistol.

The time echoed away- slowly or fast, she had not a care. Her mind refused to think, she had no fear in her heart for her heart was silent. In her head was a loud screeching silence which was slowly replaced as memories swooped in.

She remembered a car, blood-curdling screams, fire, a gun, and pain-oh so much pain-

A phone rang, in her tower. She slowly turned her head towards the sound right beside her. It was a cute, and sheep-themed mobile phone that her parents had bought for her. 

And it was covered in blood. 

The tower exploded.