Henry

Henry slowly pushed his mop back and forth along the hall, in a feeble attempt to get some of the fresh blood off the floor. It wasn't working well, since he had been using the same mop for the last 154 years, it was so leaden with blood and other bodily fluids that it couldn't possibly soak up another drop. Basically, Henry was just pushing the blood around in the hallway. He didn't seem to mind this, as the janitor in Hell, he as growing accustomed to such messes.

Henry had been appointed Hell's janitor roughly a thousand years ago, after he brutally beat his housekeeper to death because she bought his favourite all-purpose cleaner in the scent Lemon Fresh, instead of Clean Breeze. He then slipped in her blood and bashed the front of his head on the coffee table, killing him instantly. After his arrival in Hell, they had appointed him to janitorial duty, and told him to "clean" any messes that were reported to the Janitor Station.

He turned a corner, heading toward a supply closet to see if he could find another mop head. His hulking frame barely fit through the door of the closet, and he ripped yet another seam on his petite french maid's uniform as he knelt down to grab another mop head from the box on the bottom shelf.

"Great." He mumbled to himself, quickly standing up. As he did, his enormous cinder block head smashed against the light fixture. The light bulb burst into thousands of glittering shards, which scattered the floor around him.

"Even better." He sighed, contemplating how he would exit the tiny closet without stepping on any of the glass. He did not have any shoes, and now he did not have any light. The demons who had assigned him to janitorial decided it would be the perfect punishment to not only put him in a french maid uniform, but force him to work in his bare feet. Both feet were caked in old blood, ooze, mud, vomit, and anything else he may have cleaned up over the last thousand years. But stepping on glass, that still hurt. A lot.

"Kitty?" 

Henry turned, looking down the hall where the voice seemed to have come from. The florescent lights in the hall flickered relentlessly. 

"Hello? Who's there?" He muttered, hoping it wasn't a supervisor coming to reprimand him.

"Kitty!" The little voice said again. This time he spotted her. A tiny child, with red pig tails that looked like they were ready to fall out. She was standing just on the other side of his mop bucket.

"Oh, hello, who are you?" Henry began stepping toward the child, forgetting about the broken glass on the floor. "Ouuuuch!" he exclaimed as he planted his size 14 foot onto the shards of glass. He lifted his foot into his hand and began examining it in the dark closet.

As his eyes left the girl, he heard a giggle. When he looked up, she was gone.

"What the fuck was that?" He glanced back down at his foot, blood dripping from the broken shards that were protruding from his heal. "I don't have time for this."

He removed as many shards as he could, and got back to work. As he stepped back into the hallway, something on the wall caught his eye. Was that a smiley face?. Henry knelt down and got closer to the wall for a better look. It was definitely a smiley face, and it was drawn using the blood from the floor.

"That's... fucking weird..." He backed away from the wall. Then he noticed the foot prints. Small foot prints, in blood, leading down the hall. Henry followed the foot prints for about 5 paces before they disappeared, right in the middle of the hall. As if she had vanished into thin air.

"I better call Abaddon" He turned and began walking back to the Janitor Station. As he approached the door, he could already hear the phone ringing inside. 

"Janitor Station." He announced as he picked up the call.

"We have a problem. I need you to keep your eye out for a little girl." Abaddon announced, wasting no time on pleasantries.

"Hey, I just saw a little girl. Red pig tails?" Henry trembled with excitement, thinking he may have some useful information to offer his Superior. He couldn't handle any more reprimanding.

"Yes, that's the one!  Where did you see her? Is she still there?" Abaddon asked, hoping to get the jump on this little trouble-maker.

"Nah, she's gone. She was there one second, gone the next. She drew a happy face on the wall in someone's blood. I followed her foot prints but they vanished in the middle of the hall. Like she just disappeared. I saw her down by the amputation room." Henry hoped that would be enough information to keep him out of trouble for now.

"Fine." Abaddon sighed heavily. "Please keep your eyes peeled for this kid. She will turn up again and when she does, call me right away."

"Yes, Sir." Henry hung up the receiver, thinking about the possibilities. If he can catch this little girl, he may be rewarded. He may even be freed from janitorial duty, if he's lucky.

"Alright, little one, if it's Hide and Seek you want, then I'm coming to find you!"