She was stuck in the closet in darkness, and she had not been fed for a long time, and the only water she got was the one dripping off the old pipes. It might be thought that they were trying to kill her, and that would be accurate, but they wanted to drive her insane first, something which could cheaply be done in a small space that was also dark.

To make sure she didn't scream they sewed her mouth together, and to make sure there would be no excrements of any sort, they sewed together any end which might produce one. They closed the closet door, and left her there.

It was not something they could forget about. A part of their mind constantly reminded them that a seven year old girl was stuck in their closets. And as she suffered, they simply acknowledged the thought, letting it sink only to resurface some time later. As time passed, the thought became more, and more fierce, until it stopped.

It was not time that made the thought stop. It was not after three days, or six days, or seven, but instead an act that they witnessed which made the thought stop. Perhaps the thought itself had become so disgusted that it shut up, or perhaps other, darker thoughts, drowned it out.

It had been the middle of the night when the girl banged as fiercely on the door as possible. She did not know that it was the middle of the night. Her sense of time had long gone, and she was left in the darkness with her thoughts. They were thoughts of things which she shouldn't have been able to think of, as they were inspired by nothing she'd seen, or heard, or felt, or tasted. Yet they were there, becoming more vivid as the time passed.

The folks woke up, unlocked the closet door, and stomped her head untill the world grew so dizzy and she could no longer remember how to scream. After a couple of curses, and many threats, the door shut and the girl was left on the floor.

It was on the tenth day, when she was extremely thirsty, that she thought she'd started to have hallucinations. She'd feel an ice cold hand grip her occasionally. Sometimes it would grip her feet, other times her legs, and sometimes her neck. She'd jerk each time, expecting some sort of punishment to follow, but it never came, only a faint pulling which she relented to.

And then after three months, when the folks finally remebered of her, they opened the door to find the closet empty. They'd been scared clean their daughters messy body, yet elation filled them at the sight.

After, as always, they kissed the ancient black book titled necronomicon, and went out to eat with their neighbour, commenting on what a nice sky it was.