...One day, I found a young girl curled up in my bathroom. She had long black straight hair and a ghostly pale face. She was dressed in white old-fashioned clothing. It was clear that she was scared and hiding from something. I asked if she was ok, but it seemed like she couldn’t see or hear me. Because of the silence in my house, I could easily hear her shaky breath. I then heard someone moving around in my house, and I became too scared to move. “He’s here… He’s going to get me..” I heard the girl's shaky whisper as she tightened her grip around her. “Where are you, you brat! When I find you, you’re going to be in so much trouble!” A man said from outside the bathroom. I tried to scare him off by yelling that I had a weapon, but then I remembered. If the girl can’t hear me… does the man also not hear me? Feeling helpless, I try to at least try to let her feel a safe presence protecting her. ...

...After a few minutes of listening to the man looking around my house for the girl, I heard silence for a second, and then he instantly started banging on the door. Shouting for the girl to open up, and the punishment wouldn’t be as bad if she didn’t resist. Suddenly, a white light flashed, and we were standing in front of an orphanage....

...Apparently, the girl’s mother was murdered and the man banging on the door was the girl’s father. He killed his wife and saw that his daughter had witnessed the murder. Even though he wasn’t going to, he attempted to kill his only child but failed and was almost given the death penalty but was given an alife sentence. The girl ended up going to an orphanage. Her name was never mentioned while I was trying to find out what was happening. I wondered if she was ever given a name or if it was being kept confidential for whatever reason. As I stood next to the girl in front of the orphanage, a young woman and man came out of the building with a warm, welcoming smile, but something felt off about them. The woman had light brown hair tied up into a ponytail and blood-red colored eyes. The man seemed as if he hadn’t slept in days and also seemed very slim like he hadn't eaten either. I shrugged it off and walked with the girl into the building. The woman told the girl to address her as “mother” until she ended up getting adopted. The man told her to address him as “Uncle En” Even though it seemed like a weird name, the girl decided to just go along with it and call him Uncle En and get stuck with it. Should I trust these people? They seem so suspicious. If only......

The girl was introduced to the other kids in the orphanage, Sara, Ava, Nick, Dean, Scott, and Daisy. “You all have such pretty names..” said the girl quietly.

“What’s your name?” asked Scott.

The girl gave him a confused look. Scott caught onto her look and asked, “You don’t have one.. Do you?”

“No.. No, I don’t..” The girl replied in a sad tone.

“It’s ok! You don’t need one.” Scott was trying to make the girl feel better, and it eventually worked. After that, Scott and the girl got closer, soon calling each other family.

A few days later, the girl got closer to the kids, but I noticed a lonely young blonde girl playing by herself in the corner of the living room. She had emerald green eyes and was wearing a black funeral looking dress. I was a bit confused because she looked happy playing alone. It seemed no one could see or hear her either. I felt sad because she’s just a kid. She shouldn’t have to go through being alone and feeling invisible. “Kids! Lunch is ready!” Uncle En yelled from the kitchen. Everyone rushed out of the living room, including the blonde girl. As the little girl was walking out of the room, Mother aggressively grabbed her arm and tried dragging her. The girl seemed scared and almost started crying. I could do nothing but watch. Thankfully, Sara and the black haired girl heard something coming from the living room and decided to sneak away from the kitchen. They looked around the corner cautiously and were horrified. Mother was holding her arm to the extent that it started turning purple. Mother was finally able to drag the girl into the hallway. The two girls, sensing something was off, decided to follow their mother into the dark hallway with caution. They made it to the closet at the end of the hallway. Mother stood at the closet as if she was waiting for something to happen.Suddenly, a screen in the middle of the closet door turned on and needed a pin. Mother typed in the numbers 3, 4, 7, 2,5. The closet door opened and revealed what looked like a lab full of experiments. Mother dragged the little girl into the room as we followed behind them, making sure we weren’t seen. When we entered the lab, we were scared at the sight. There were two desks filled with experimented chemicals and documents. Right in the middle of the room was a dentist chair with added restraints. Two scientists surrounded the chair waiting and watching as the mother strapped the little girl to the chair. The worst thing that we noticed was the blood stain under and around the chair. The floor also looked like it hadden been cleaned in a while. What's going on here..?! I need to help them get out of leave here, but how if no one can see me...

The 2 girls hiding under the desk closest to the chair have a closer look at what’s gonna happen next. I got closer up to trying to see how the restraints were on the little girl. They were tight, making escape impossible and seeming like they were cutting off circulation. After a few seconds, one of the scientists pulled a tray of surgical tools and needles. The other scientist pulled over another tray, but this one had bottles and vials with different colored substances. “We’re ready.” one of the scientists said. Mother gave a warm smile and nodded, seeming completely aware but at the same time, completely oblivious. Mother stepped back as well as I to watch what horrors would happen next. One of the scientists picked up a syringe while the other was giving them a vial with a purple substance in it. I watched carefully as the scientist injected the substance into the blonde girl’s neck. A few seconds went by as everyone sat in silence as we waited for something to happen. After a few moments of silence, the girl’s veins turned purple and blue, and it seemed like she was getting a seizure. The girl was shaking violently, her eyes white but slowly turning black, and her skin was turning purple as if she couldn’t breathe as the veins throughout her body turned blue. She stopped moving. My blood ran cold as I stood there, not knowing what to do or what I could do. I stared at the girl’s body in horror and guilt. I should’ve done something but I couldn’t. The girl regained consciousness and stared at me with tears streaming down her face. “Help me…” She said in a whisper. As soon as she spoke those words, her hands and legs seemed like they were being replaced by something or someone else’s. The replacing limbs were dark and demon-like. Her back, slowly getting longer as she started looking malnourished and her skin being stretched out. She no longer looked human. As her body was changing, her face became distorted. The restraints seemed so small and easily broke against the girl’s strong resistant force. I watched in horror as the poor innocent girl turned into a demonish figure. I took a step back and turned around, realizing that mother was transforming as well except that Mother looked as she was waiting for this moment. I will never forget the smile on her face. Her face was stretched out into an eerie grin, eyes pale as a ghost, and a smile was spread across her face, making it seem like it was intentionally cut with some sort of blade. Mothers body was also stretched out like the blonde Mothers body was also stretched out like the blonde girls, but it was clear that there was something more off about both of their bodies. Is this happening?! How is this happening?! How do I help..?!