When I got up from the fall, I was suddenly right outside the candy bar. I looked at my leg, and blood was pouring down. It looked like the skin on my leg melted and created a faucet of blood. My leg felt like someone poured salt into my wound. Inside the candy bar, all you could see was dust and greasy wood. I saw a giraffe napkin, and wrapped it around my leg to stop the bleeding. Suddenly I heard the voice of a little girl giggling. She whispered, “Found you.”
”Who are you?” I said cautiously.