Use the first line of a nursery rhyme as the first line of a dark narrative
“The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout.”
I couldn’t tell if the gravelly, far off voice was real or some strange echo inside my head. My leaded lids refused to open and confirm the source.
“Down came the rain”– the voice was most definitely real– “and washed the spider out.”
Still unable to open my eyes, I attempted to turn my head in the direction I thought the voice was approaching from. As uncooperative as my lids, my head more lolled to the side than actually turn. What the fuck? I felt drugged.
“Out came the sun and dried up all the rain.”
I jerked hard at the scrape of metal against stone and felt something bite into my wrist. Bound? I was bound? Breath sawed in and out of my lungs and I struggled harder. There was no give in the restraint. My whole body started shaking in response to the adrenaline dump my fight or flight response triggered.
“And the itsy bitsy spider crawled up the spout again.”
The speaker was in the room with me. I thrashed every which direction. I had to get out of here. Shit. Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit.
I felt something cold and sharp graze my cheek and I flinched instinctively before freezing. I continued to draw air in short, shallow puffs as the blade grazed across my face. Freed from the lethargy keeping them glued shut, I finally opened my eyes. If malice had a form, this would be it; a skeletal face with cold merciless eyes. I nearly screamed at just the sight. Then it smiled.
“This is the part where I lie to you and tell you you’ll be fine.”
And I screamed.