A/N: I just wanted to say THANK YOU to everyone who has supported this updated version of The Little Girl Inside My House so far! Similar to the original version, I'm bringing you a sneak peak to Chapter Four! Stay tuned and tag your friends if you think they'd like this story!

I couldn't breathe.

Her teeth, pure white, dull like a child's, but the crinkles at the edges of her eyes, the lift of her eyebrows. That scratch on her arm, it was from her nails, wasn't it? Her pigtails, tips dried together with blood, like she was just out in the rain.

I was wrong for thinking anything good I thought; for thinking I was too paranoid or that she wasn't entirely evil or that she would never hurt me, just scare me. I was wrong for thinking she was created by the Devil, for thinking she is the Devil. She is none of that.

She is a cruel, little girl . . . She is death, torture and trauma. She is fear and unwavering. She is a stern frustration that bears the fruit of a snake's tree. She's in my home. She is Creepy Little Girl, not Emma or anything human.

I swallow. I shake. I violently plead with my eyes only.

I feel like I might die tonight.

And Molly...