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It was dark here on Elburry Lane, so dark that I couldn't see right in front of me, I needed a flashlight just to see the ground below my feet. That was normal here on Elburry Lane, the 19th street in my little sect of town. We had nothing famous to our name here in Elburry Lane, no fame and very little achievements. Our football team, the Fightin' Lions, was average at best. Never won a big game but didn't lose the little ones. The nights were cold here. Sometimes in mid-fall, we'd have snow on the ground that would melt away into the grass mid-afternoon.

While strolling around Elburry Lane I had come upon a strange DVD today, it wasn't scratched, wasn't harmed in anyway. There was no name or picture on it, just a pure black and basic disk. Mint condition, too, it seemed. It was laying in the ground and didn't have any labels on it. I thought about taking it home and seeing what it was, curiosity won over me and I put it in my pocket. Now, I'm kind of a video freak, there isn't a movie that I don't own or will own. Good or bad, I have them somewhere around my house on one of the many bookcases that keep them. I haven't seen any pornographic movies yet, but I'll own all of those two. Probably won't watch 'em, but I'm on a quest to own every DVD based movie because I felt like they'd come to a close soon. Maybe smaller disks will be used and mine will be obsolete, but a collectors item worth millions or billions. I'd also found a lot of the movies I own on the street, usually tossed out by people who weren't satisfied with their new buy, or maybe just thrown out to make room, hell I don't know and frankly I don't care. A movie is a movie and to me it shines like gold.

I walked home, eager to see my new find and the dreadful thought came into my head: What if I already own it? Well, it was in mint condition so it might be new. Might even be just a home movie of a family Christmas. I walked to my DVD player and opened the tray. It beeped once and I dropped the disk into it. I turned the TV on and it was blank, just blank. Confused, I turned the DVD player off and on, maybe a glitch or some s**t. It was old after all.

I sat down in my couch in my living room and leaned back This time, there was a picture, but it was blurry. What of, I don't know but it looked like a girl in a dress. She was smiling a crooked smile with rows of crooked teeth that gleamed yellow. Her pupils were jet black and very, very large. Her dress was a dim yellow, some black spots here and there. Dirt was on her tiny knees, scrapes and scratches, too. Nothing too unsettling, I thought. And then, I grinned. A horror movie! It was a horror movie! Yes! And I hadn't seen it! I felt like I had just hit the goddamn jackpot! Action movies were easy, but horror movies... people just didn't want to part with them it seemed. I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, and watched closely, waiting for the scare. For a full minute there was no movement, and my eager grin was gone, replaced with pure boredom. I walked toward the DVD player, watching the little girls eyes stare at me like some optical illusion painting. I eased my hand to the turn off button, still watching the little girl, and when my hand leaned against it, she winked at me. I fell onto my a** and laughed. I grabbed the remote and rewound it to the part where she winked.

...Only this time she didn't. She just kept the same uneasy stare, the crooked smile, and wide opened eyes. I sighed, just my eyes playing tricks on me. I turned the DVD player off and turned it back on. This time, there was black then picture. And I almost screamed when I saw the girl this time.

She was almost touching the screen, she had one pale white hand on the glass with a finger pointed and touching it, she was tapping on it. I could even dimly hear it. Slow and it sounded like it was behind... well glass. Her grin was wider this time and I could see the rows of crooked golden teeth perfectly if I got up in front of the screen, that I wasn't going to do. I noticed that her dress didn't have black splotches from dirt, upon closer inspection, it looked more like blood. I shuddered and looked for the remote. I wanted to skip past this s**t, this was just too creepy. Get to the end where the evil girl was stabbed in the heart of some cliche s**t.
I found the remote and clicked the forward arrow.
She winked again.
And DVD player turned off.

"Sonuvabitch!" I swore and tried to turn it back on, but to no avail. All it did was chime like normal, say in capital digital words READING... and shutting off. I tried three more times before I clicked the EJECT button. The DVD player functioned without flaw, as if saying: "Yeah, get her outta me and good riddance!" I fit my index finger into the central hole and plucked it right out. For the first time since picking it up I glanced at the disk and the girl was there, and she was winking. This time, though, her mouth had blood around it. Where the ******** did she come from?! Was she there when I picked it up and just didn't notice? Am I losing it? I decided to pack the put the disk into an empty video game box (where the game was I had to idea.) and put it on the shelf. I got some pen and paper and wrote:
"THE WINKING GIRL."
Why the name came to me so easily was beyond me, but I didn't give a s**t. I just wanted to get away from this thing. It was certainly a horror movie, that's for damn sure.

The rest of the day was just a mish mash of random activities. I had trouble getting over the movie though. I went jogging and I felt like something was following me. I heard footsteps behind me and turned around, expecting the girl to be running after me in twitching, contorting, movements with that damn eye winking at me and that smile, that broken and horrible smile...

The day waned down and the sun fell over the horizon, turning the sky dim yellow and the clouds pink. It would have been nice to look at, but I had to get home, back to where the video was. I walked home instead of jogging, not eager to get back, but when the I started seeing figures from the corner of my eye dart back and forth wearing what looked like a dress, I hauled a**. I locked the door, shut and locked all the windows, and walked into my room.

My bed dominated the center of the room, with a desk and computer in one corner, a video game console in the opposite corner. My dressers were against the walls and a neat row of shoes waited right next to the doorway. Two windows, one next to the computer and the other above one of my dressers, allowed me to see outside into the world. I flicked the light on, tossed my clothes off, flipped the light off, and slept. I had nightmares of the Winking Girl, chasing me and swinging a knife over her head laughing like a maniac. But I slept, I guess.

I decided to try to movie again this time. Maybe it was just a movie and I'm being paranoid, or a clever prank, or something. I know this isn't real because what kind of DVD is haunted?! Well, I put the DVD in and waited for the black screen to skip to the winking girl. After what seemed like hours, it skipped to the Winking Girl's scene.

"********!" I stood up and looked at the screen, she was gone. In her place, was a dead body facing me. It was wearing my clothes; black shirt, blue jeans, black converse. The mouth was foaming and the back was ripped apart so much that I could see the sharp spine sticking out. The eyes looked on and on at me, the endless and dead stare made me feel cold and alone. It had one hand pointing outward, the nail was ripped off and dried blood crusted around the tip, it was pointing at me. the other arm was bent at an unnatural angle, twisted behind the back. There were flies around the back and maggots covered the spine, eating, cleaning. The legs were gone completely. There was stringy red flesh that went off the torso, indicating they were pulled off and not chopped off. Blacked blood dotted the screen.

I heard singing. The little girl popped out from the other end of the screen, she was smiling that crooked yellow smiled, and carrying something. She was blacked out, like a shadow, and I heard the revving of a chainsaw.
"Oh God! Oh God, NO!"
She came down with the saw and cut the head straight off, and I could hear screaming. He wasn't dead. The screaming lasted only a few seconds but somehow that was more terrifying. She ripped the head right out, attached it back to the spine like she was putting the head back onto a broken dolly. She hummed while doing it. She brought the head up, and I could see that her eyes were wider, covering half of her face. I backed up against the couch and the TV erupted in static for a split second. She was closed to the screen this time.

Static.

Closer.

Static.

Closer.

She was tapping on the glass now, head tilted and a murderous smile on her face. She lifted the victim (my) head and shoved it against the TV. It made screeching noises, the kind that are made when you drag your finger across glass. I ran to the DVD player and pressed the OFF button, she winked at me and the TV turned off. I let out a sigh and looked back up at the TV.

She was still there. Her eyes followed me and she reached out of the screen to me. "Let's play," She said in a childish voice, one that was almost innocent. "Let's play." I ran to the door and caught a glance of her walking out of the TV, still watching and smiling at me. I tried to open the door but it was locked. I forgot the unlock it this morning. I turned the lock, pulled the door open, and ran.

I stayed at my friend Adam's apartment. We were good friends and I told him that: "Someone was following me and I didn't trust me house." It was half true, the girl was following me. Adam seemed to understand and brought out a few blankets. He told me if I was staying I was sleeping in the living room. I was uneasy for the first day of staying. Started doubting the girls existence the second day. And by the third day I was laughing about it.

Tap
Tap
Tap

My heart sunk. It sounded familiar. I looked out the window, she wasn't there. I craned by head toward Adam's TV. There she was. Her skin was rotted, portions of it was a different color, like she'd sewn victims flesh into her own. Her hair was stringy, greasy, and falling out in clumps. The dress was now tattered and covered in blood and dirt. The face was the worst. Holes were all over it, worms and maggots infested the nose and a worm traveled from one hole in the cheek to the other. Her teeth had gaping holes in them, or weren't there. The ears were gone completely, replaced with just crusty red, and slightly yellow, holes.

She tapped on the glass again and smiled wider. She held up a knife and slowly started pulling out of the TV.
"Adam!?" Nothing. "ADAM!!!?" Still nothing. I ran into his room and he was dead. Stabbed in the face so much that I wouldn't have been able to identify him if this wasn't his house. He was strung up, rope holding his legs and arms so he couldn't get free and fight back. I hit a wire with my foot and the ropes all pulled Adam apart. Blood rocketed into the air and onto the ceiling. It stuck and dripped down onto the bed. I tried to scream but found no breath. Soft foot steps brought me back into the world. "Olly Olly oxen free!" She whispered. I looked around for a way to escape. There was a window. I made for it and tried opening it. Locked. I looked around and grabbed a lamp. I slammed it against the window. There was a ladder that lead down to the ground and I took it. I glanced up and saw the girl grinning from the broken window. She had Adam's gored head. She mouthed the words: Can't Escape.

I couldn't stay anywhere else, no. I decided to travel. I took the bus and went all the way to Chicago. That town, Anchor , was too ******** up. I couldn't go back. Never. The girl would wait for me there, she couldn't travel too far from her TV. That much I had been able to figure out. I still felt bad for the people there, what she would do with them. It was officially a haunted town now. My life in Chicago was basic, the apartments were expensive as hell compared the Anchor, but it was worth being away from the Winking Girl.

I found a garage sale in one of the suburbs today. They were selling movies and I decided, after a month away from Her, I would take a looked. They were selling so many old movies and so many that I owned, I decided to ask them where they got the movies.
"Oh I found 'em in this abandoned house, over in uh... Anchor yeah that's it!" My heart stopped and I found it. It was in a black box. On it was a piece of paper and written in back marker: The Winking Girl.
I can't escape her.