Ring Around the Rosie

Where a Body Rests

"Momma!" Lindsey ran towards her mother, throwing herself on the woman. "Momma look at the trees!" Lindsey exclaimed excitedly. The trees had just started to change color. "Momma?" Lindsey tilted her head, staring confused at the woman who refused to move or talk. "MOMMA!" Lindsey jolted up in her bed, sweating and in a state of panic. Her father came bursting though the door, looking angry as ever. "LINDSEY YOU DAMN BRAT SHUT YOUR MOUTH YOUR GONNA WAKE THE NEIGHBORS." The man yelled. "S-sorry papa" Lindsey whispered, still shaken up. It was only 3 moths ago when Lindsey had to witness her mother's passing, as she laid on the couch, frail and pale. Obviously this had taken a toll on the young child's imagination, causing her to see her mother when she wasn't really there, or hear her final words as she gets ready for bed. Unfortunately, Lindsey's dad could give less of a shit of how Lindsey cried herself to sleep every night, or if she barley ate a single crumb every day. All he cared about was money, alcohol, and babes. Today was September 3rd, Lindsey's birthday. She was excited, yes, but was distraught over the fact her mother wouldn't be there for it. Let alone her dad. As Lindsey started her day, she recalled how there was a little grass path in the woods, she had seen it on daily adventures, but never cared for it. Maybe it was time to check out where the mysterious path lead to? Oh poor Lindsey... She doesn't know any better, you the reader know where this is going though don't you? But you can't tell her not to explore the dangerous woods can you? As Lindsey slipped on her rain boots, and buttoned her raincoat, she pondered on how she could sneak out without her father noticing, not that he would care anyways. As she crept into the kitchen, Lindsey peered over the counter, checking to see if the old man was asleep or awake. Of course, he was asleep, surrounded by cigarettes and beer cans. The little girl crept out of the kitchen, and into the hall connecting to outside. As soon as she opened the door, she bottled forward, knowing that if the man woke up, she would get the beating of a lifetime. So she ran, fast as her legs could carry her, up until she met 2 paths in the woods. The grassy and the dirt. She always chose dirt before, but today, it was time for the grassy. Lindsey trudged along the wet grassy path, ignoring the buzzing of bees, and ticklish feeling of long grass on her legs. Onwards and onwards she went, getting lost in the beauty of nature. As time went by, Lindsey came into a clearing, surrounded in daisy's and bugs. Excited, Lindsey ran in circles around the clearing taking in the beauty, and swallowing a few bugs granted. It was getting dark, but Lindsey didn't care, it's not like her dad would care wether or not she came home anyway right? So she ran, and ran, and ran, until her legs were sore and aching, until her arms were limp, until her brain was mush and dizzy. Soon, she sat down, laying in the daisy's. It was like a fairytale, truly magnificent. 'CRUNCH' a sound came from the woods. 'SNAP' another sound followed. Lindsey sat up, looking around. Soon, a ear splitting scream erupted from the young girl, as flames bursted through the trees, engulfing the beauty. Everything was hazy, it smelt of smoke, her head was spinning, her throat was aching, and soon, darkness. As the fire closed in, a tall, slender figure appeared, pale, with a dark suit. Lindsey was reported missing the next day, although her father didn't bother to look, he still called police. As they searched and searched, they finally came across a daisy filled clearing, perfect and untouched. Until they saw a body, limbs torn clean from the body, the face burnt to a Crisp, stomach torn open, it was horrific, vomit inducing, this young girl was assumed to be Lindsey Baker, the young girl who's soul was carried away by a slender man in a suit, and was given a new body to work with, in this body, she continued to haunt her father, taking out her rage on the children her impregnated woman with, and working under the man with no face.