My first scary story, I couldn't think of a title. Options

[Rebecca]

Rain was falling down at speeds of unimaginable proportions, making time between cloud and concrete almost nonexistent. The drops were falling so fast, you’d think that they were trying to escape some impending doom. The rebounds were creating a mist, only adding to the eeriness of the empty streets of the usually busy city.
SPLASH! The rush of a single pair of feet ran through the sidewalk, rushing to get out of the rain. She had just noticed the time, and ignored the drunken begging of her friends. There were only a few minutes left until curfew, and she knew the clock was going to beat her in this race.
She stopped. Something, or rather, someone was in her way. It was a young girl, much younger than herself, perhaps eight years old. The young girl was ghostly pale, with long, brown hair. You couldn’t see her face because she was wearing a white sun hat, and she kept her head tilted down. Her white dress didn’t even seem affected by the rain around her.
“I’ll help you. Follow me. I know a shortcut.” She had her hand stretched out, beckoning to the other girl.
Desperate for help in any form, and any reason to stop freezing in the rain, the girl followed her through a dark alleyway, that led to her house. Just before she was able to jump the fence into her backyard, the mysterious girl stopped.
“I just helped you. Can you help me?” she asked.
“What do you need?”
“First, will you help me? I have to know if you will help me.” This argument continued for several minutes, until the now late girl finally said:
“Fine! I’ll help you! Just tell me what you need.” The girl in white lifted the brim of her sun hat, revealing the sly, foxy smile beneath.
“I need your undying will to do whatever I say. You agreed, so now your soul is mine, forever.” Swirls of black and evil rushed out from nowhere, almost seeming to come from the mysterious girl, and swarmed around her prey. A hot, ominous wind raced from the little girl, bringing with it the scent of blood and decay. The sun hat flew off of the girl’s head, revealing the face that was paler than her skin, and where the eyes would be, were empty, soul-less sockets.
Blackness. Nothingness. Emptiness. There was nothing left. No alley, no rain, no mist. Just infinite darkness, and the two girls standing there alone, one with fear written on her face, and the other with malicious intent.
“Come on. Let’s play,” said the ghostly girl. “I want to play a game.” Her victim was unable to move. She could only stand there in fear, and pray that it was just a dream.
“I said ‘let’s play,’” she repeated. No response. Annoyed, she yelled, “ YOU WILL PLAY WITH ME!”
“Wh-wha-what do y-y-you w-w-want t-to play?” the frightened girl asked.
“First, call me master.”
“Wh-what do y-you want to play, master?”
“We’re going to play a game called ‘death without dying.’” The grin on the child’s soulless face grew wider than possible for a human. “The way you play is, I will kill you, as much as I want, however I want, and you will feel the pain, and never die.”
Unable to do anything, not even respond, the girl froze, all thought left her mind. She became so afraid that no sound would come from her mouth. No cry, no whimper, not even a whisper would utter from her lips. All she could do, was stand the pain.
“This is my favorite game,” the demon child said. She began preparing several torture devices and weapons. “I could play it forever.”

[Rebecca]

... I stopped writing mine for two reasons.

1. I have no clue how to continue it
2. There was no ending ever planned.