All she could do was stare and stare. Silence fell upon the doctors attending the body. Her parents rushed to her, but she pushed them away. She couldn't look away, she just couldn't. It was like the whole world had stopped and time stood still. The sound of people rushing and talking echoed through the empty hall. People were crying, the ambulance's sound, people telling her to go away, but Christan couldn't hear anything. She crawled towards the body, her hand touching the blood. Christan slowly raised them and stared at them. She slowly stared to crawl again, her hands and feet splashing the blood as she did.
Christan extended her hand, hesitating a bit. She touched the dead body's stone-cold face. She traced the unrecognizable face, it features destructed, all the pain written on its face. She traced it down the neck. It was so rough, so bloody. She slowly pulled her shaking hand back and stared at it.
"It doesn't hurt." She said smiling. "It doesn't hurt at all. But why? Why doesn't it hurt?"
Christan started screaming.
"WHY? WHY DOESN'T HURT?!"
She grabbed her hair and pulled them, crying like mad.
"No, Christan. It is okay let go off your hair." Her mothered and father tried to stop her but she didn't.
"BUT IT IS NOT! IT NOT FINE!" Christan looked at her parents. "It is not fine." She whispered crying.
"Oh, Honey." Her mom sat down and hugged her.
"Chrissy, it is okay. It is not your fault at all." She comforted her crying.
"No, mommy. No, it is my fault."
"Ah, No, no, no, no. Chrissy it is not." Her father quickly hugged her.
"Now listen here, mate. What has happened has happened, but it wasn't your fault. They are still trying to figure what happened. Okie? Don't worry. It is going to be alright."
It is? Christan thought. But you don't know. You don't know a thing about way that talked to him and made him feel, you don't even know.
Christan stared at Mr. Barker's destroyed body. It made her want to vomit. The body wasn't recognizable at all. It was like someone had grabbed a knife and scribbled it all over his body just like kid scribbling all over the paper with a crayon. Someone had pulled his out eyes, tongue and finger nails, while he was alive. On his pale skin, his red blood and flesh just made everything extra terrifying. Christan suddenly notice that on the side on his hand was a drawing done by a knife or something.
She reached over to it and traced her finger on it. It was some like of symbol. A triangle with another in it I a circle. In the very middle was a diamond with the letters MORS.
The only way to recognize the butler was the shape of his hands. His pinky was longer than his thump in other his hands.
"Who would do this? Christan whispered staring. She looked back at her parents as they shook their head and said:
"A monster and an old friend."
Christan looked back at the body and said, "Oh my. You do love to play. Don't you?"
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The Widow Among the Woods
AventuraLast thing she knew was that the world was falling apart slowly. The wind howled as people screamed. Her laugh. Oh her wicked laugh send chills down her spine. "Why!" she screamed. What was left to take from her now? "The world left me, They shut th...
