A series of short gothic stories

1820

A.N. (non of the images are owned by me, also there not really necessary to story. Xoxo)

Dear readers the store that I'm about to tell you is a story that I've witnessed with my very own eyes
It was one of those rare chili nights in the summer of 1820,  I witness as she picked up her ivory, hand carved brush, it was a very particular brush,  just as she was, it had perfectly sculpted flower momentos on it, it was so delicate that you could be fooled into thinking that was pure crystal
I myself had not ever touched that cursed  brush before this awful  night, she really did not let anyone touch it, it was special.
She seemed such a beautiful young woman with rose tinted lips that glistens in the moonlight, her long delicate fingers thumps upon her nightstand, though the action was curious, or should I say terrifying, she waiting for someone.
Let me start not from the beginning, but from briefly before the events of the story.
I observed every day how she was surrounded by men and women, desperate for a the smallest bit of her attention, but only one could have her all to themselves for a single day.
Many of men would bow down to her feet just to take a glimpse upon her beauty though at the same time her beauty was per se odd, there was something almost non human, as if she was a creature from a different realm, I myself sometimes wondered why did she come from. Was she human or a goddess that came down to rune human kind.
They were addicted, addicted to a Nectar that only she could provide, I saw how she discarded them once she was done, it was so cruel, but why  did it feel so merciful, as if she was giving them the biggest gift they had ever want.
You might be wondering dear reader who am I? Well I'm one of her victims, simple. After all the saying goes curiosity killed the cat.
My story and my life, ends on the chilli night of July, I was newly hired maid, it's true that I was young for my age but I was proud, I had finally becoming dependent, I could be my own woman and on my very first night work my dear lady called upon me the sound of the bell was the most joyous sound that had ever graced my ears I rushed to her bedroom.
I knocked upon the lady's door, I waited for a few seconds with no reply, and to my surprise the lady herself opened the door she was nothing like this servants had told me, she seemed kind she smiled so brightly, if  I'm honest I was enchanted by her.
Could not and still I cannot remember how i ended up on the bed, the only thing I can remember was how she slowly under my hair and took it behind my ear and whispered: "my dear what do you truly Desire in this world".
And then that moment like lightning had struck me I could finally see what was hidden by the veil a monstrous figure towered over me I was so terrifying I can't even describe it in words.
The thing that I saw was thousands of times more hideous more vile than you could never put it in to words.
The only thing I can describe was the horrible scene in front of me, corpses upon corpses people seemingly dead as if they're very essence of their life had been stripped away from them.
In that moment I realized the horrible truth, it has never been only one person, it was only that one person had ever left.
Why.... why....why couldn't I remember them,  on top of one of the many piles of  corpses I recognized to eerily  familiar faces, the young boy that always put fresh flowers in the flower pot of the mansion and the young maid that had only yesterday been able to finally removed that stubborn stains off the ladies dress, how can I not remember her. She was so kind to me how can I not  remember her.
I slowly turned towards the monster that's going to end my life, with that last glance any hope that I had disappeared, I resigned myself to my faith.
Oh dear reader I do hope you never suffer my same fate.