So if you came here to ask me about Rose Red the Soul taker here it is:
The village was silent. The birds have ceased their song to rest and give the stage to the crickets. The woods across a particular family's lawn was silent too, as if every being was sound asleep. But disturbing the silence, a bush rustled. It took a while but it soon stopped.
If you thought it was over, then you are very much mistaken. For it was just the beginning.....
In a 3 story house in the same subdivision, a lone man lived. He was all alone. His wife died long ago and his children were scattered all over the state. He was only left with his dogs and nothing more.
He sat on his bed wide awake, panting after waking up because of a nightmare. As he painted his eyes recounted the nightmare. Two fierce unearthly red eyes were starting at him hungry. And the next thing he saw was huge claws and sharp teeth swallow him whole.
He stood up from his bed and looked out the window. As he watched, he thought that from the corner of his eye, a quick gray-ish shadow jumped into his lawn. But there was nothing when he turned to look at it. He sat back on his bed images of his nightmare flashed once more before his eyes. He shivered and quickly shook it off trying to get back to sleep.
He woke up once again at the sound of his dogs barking. He looked at his clock to see the it was exactly midnight. 'Thief.' he thought. After a while the barking died away, making think that the thief ran away. He turned away from the window and squinted to see into his pitch black room. There was nothing you could see. He shuffled back to his bed, slipped under the covers and tried to get some more sleep.
But for some reason he couldn't. A bad feeling was burning in his chest but he decided to shake it off and will himself to sleep at once. He lay in his bed, looking up a the ceiling before closing his eyes.
"Roses are red..." a creepy feminine voice said. His eyes flew open in shock. "My claws are lead..." He looked around his room but saw nothing through the darkness. A metallic smell of blood shot up his nose making him panic.
"When you smell blood..." He watched three pairs of glowing red eyes appear before him as he pressed himself on his head board. "The next thing you'll see...". As he slowly adjusted his eyes to the darkness, he saw a young lady with blood red hair, with a scar on her left eye, patting his dogs who sat faithfully at her side, staring at him like their prey.
"Wonderful things aren't they?" she said with a smile, petting his dogs. "I feel sorry for them. See, they told me that you never treated them nicely. Poor beauties." She looked at him with a with unearthly glowing red eyes, just like the one in his nightmare. "But they won't be hurt by you again."
"Never again." His dogs growled. And stalked slowly towards him. "By the way, remember me in hell." and with that, his dogs lunged at him.
A shriek filled the air followed by evil laughter.
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The next morning, one of his neighbours decided to visit him. He and his family brought him some food and fruits.
When they got close they noticed that the door was hanging on one of its hinges, creaking as the wind blew at it.
They cautiously entered the home and found it intact. They called for his name around the house. Two of his children went to the garage and the cellar, his wife and his youngest son searched in the first floor. While he went up to the second and third floors.
When he climbed up the stairs he decided that he might be in his room. He wandered around until he came to a door with a red stain. He flung the door open expecting the worst but what he saw was beyond what he had imagined.
The man's body was lying in his bed in a Snow-White like position. His blood created red blots on the walls and soaked his comforter and pillow. His head was perfectly balanced on his headboard staring across the room with a blank expression. His stomach was split open and his insides were scattered all over the floor.
His dogs sat on the floor wagging their tails, looking innocent. But it was the blood on their muzzle and body was unmistakably the man's and said another story.
When the police investigated the scene, they all concluded that it was the dogs doing. But one thing bothered them so much. The rose petals on the man's body wasn't absolutely done by the dogs.
A curious rookie took another look at the crime scene searching the area for hidden clues. When he looked under the man's bloody comforter, he found a blood stained letter.
Curiosity took the better of him and when he opened the letter to read its contents he almost fainted. It read:
Roses are red
My claws are lead
When you smell blood
The next thing you'll see
Is me dragging you to hell
The old man was a first. Your next....
And true enough, after three days the rookie was found dead in his room with his young wife laying on their beds in a hugging position. The scene looked exactly like what happened with the old man: their heads were on the headboard and their insides were taken away. The mysterious red rose petals were once again found in the crime scene. Only the cou 2 year old daughter survived unharmed.
When the little girl was asked about the culprit, all she said was, "I don't know. I just played with a big pretty white dog!"
