I gripped the edges of their television, and pulled myself through. My hair fell down over my eyes, like it always did when I left it down. I was only in my nightgown, but it covered any private parts, so I thought nothing of it.

I heard the person on the other side scream, and I was confused. I hadn't showered, so maybe they thought I smelled bad? It didn't help that I was putting them in a strange situation.

"𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦," I asked.

My voice was a bit gravely and shaky, I hadn't talked to anyone in a few days, so it wasn't surprising.

Their screams got louder, more like the type of blonde cheerleader screech you'd hear in a slasher movie. I heard footsteps run off, and by the time I had made it out of the static-y world and moved my hair from my face, they were gone.

"Where did you go," I asked. "Please come out."

"No! I've seen the movies! This is the part where you kill me," I heard a little boy shout.

"But I just want to play," I responded.

"Yeah, you want to play with my life, don't you?!"

"I was thinking Chutes and Ladders, maybe Monopoly. But if you want to play Russian Roulette, I 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 that might be fun," I told him.

"What?! No! Go away," he shouted.

"Let's play I Spy," I said, sitting on the ground. "I spy with my little eye... something red!"

"...what now?"

"That's not a thing silly," I giggled. "I spy something red!"

"My blood and organs," he asked shakily.

"Nope! The roses on the table, I win," I proclaimed proudly. "I spy with my little eye... something white!"

"The... the table?"

"Yep! You win, that means it's your turn," I told him.

I saw him peak his head around the arm of the couch. He had brown hair and matching eyes, and quite a lot of freckles.

"Um... I spy something soft?"

"Hm... the carpet?"

"Yeah, the rug."

"I'm Elanor, what's your name," I asked.

"Ryan."

"Well Ryan, I spy with my little eye, something green."