It looks like an old time movie. A film reel rolling. You see the dust and dirt on the images as it plays. It's not black and white. It's sepia colored. Like a western movie. It's no western movie.
It's of a girl in a white nightgown. She's bound to a chair with white fabric. About 18 years old and petite. She looks around. She can't tell where she is but she knows there's someone there. Someone watching. The room is dark all except for the tiny light from the half-painted window. All I see is her face, and she's afraid. Tears forming in her eyes. She knows she probably won't survive.
She hears the sound of a saw running outside. Something moves in the dark corner of the room. She feels herself being pushed off the edge. The white fabric snags on the ledge as she falls. She's just hanging there. Praying for someone to save her. The floor below her disappears and that's when she hears him behind her up on the ledge. He just smiles as he rips the cloth, freeing her, and watching as she falls to her death screaming.
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