A life of which demons, spells, and contracts all exist with the girls of Samson forever to be followed by a Curse/contract. Camilla the youngest, knows the dark old terrifying creatures AS she quickly learns the old stories and secrets her grandmum...
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We played in the garden of our grandmums house till the day she died.
The flower seems to wilt with her every day. Almost as if the magic of my childhood was starting to burn out with my memories of her. I remember exploring the small spaces of her house, anything to learn all the secrets of the old Victorian house. The dark oak clashing significantly with the stark birch interior, yet she never let us in the attic. I believed it was haunted with ghouls of her tales. The long fingers of giants, witches who could tell you your soul, and the eerily handsome men named demons. I never did get to hear the end of her story.
She left me alone.
She went away.
She died and closed the book with her.
With the knowledge, I knew I had to visit the attic, yet the door was locked.
That wasn't going to stop me, as I was going to kick the door open if I had to. A voice crept to my ears as my foot hit the door.
"Madam I haven't heard from you, I was starting to get worried."
I looked at the voice, and a man was standing there. His appearance strange, in his dark brown hair and bright green eyes. He had a tail and a horn sprouting from his hair it was unnatural but familiar.
His face showed restrained annoyance.
"Miss, I would like to know where Alessiza is." His eyes were flashing red.
I had never heard anyone mention her as Alessiza before it was strange to my Ears.
She always looked younger than her age.At first glance, people thought I looked like her child.
"Miss" He gritted his sharp teeth together.
"She passed away earlier this week," I whispered tears forming, circling his form admiring the way his tail flicked in different ways. It was long and sleek I wanted to see if it was scales or fur.
His eyes flashed again, slightly flickering to the left. There stood a journal, and quickly he went through the journal.
Finally, in a rushed growl he spat out,"What was the date."
