Plain white room with marble floors.
Seven little girls try to figure out who killed the eighth.
One little girl blamed the devil. She said she heard him tip toe across the ceiling whilst they were in slumber. She said the roses on his head bled on her forehead. She said he asked her to be quiet.
Another little girl said it was an angel. She saw its wings wrap around the eigth girl and carry her dry heart away, leaving only a hole in her chest.
Another girl said it was an alien, and that she actually saw the eigth girl give birth to a ninth girl.
Another girl said the eigth girl ran into the wall and disappeared for a while and when she came back, she was as dark as God's face and as frail as thin hair.
Another girl said she had never seen the eigth girl. That the eigth girl was not real. That the eigth girl was the image of the rest in the mirror.
Another girl said The eigth girl was still there.
The last girl said nothing at all. She just blankly stared at me.