Elenor’s birthday was coming up fast. Her beautiful dress was nicely hanged on the dresser door, waiting to be worn. The next day, when Eleanor woke up, she wasn’t in her room anymore. A strange man was looking at her, with a large smirk on his face.
“Where.. where am I?” she asked, her soft voice echoing in the small room. It was pitch black out, but the moonlight shining through the window allowed her to see the mans face. Something shined in his hands. A pocket knife.
“Happy death day!”