Lily was a troubled little girl. Her eyes as black as night and her hair was always messy.
She was sleeping, so soundly, so quietly yet a sense of fear lay in her closed eyes. her mother was downstairs watching tellevision when it happened. Suddenly Lily was woken, she sat upright in the pitch-black room. Her legs, moving woodenly stood her up and walked her downstairs. from underneath her white frilly nighty she pulled a knife. She walked into the living room and sat in the middle of the floor, legs streched out infront of her. Her mother asked her questions, why she was not asleep, why she had a knife, what was wrong, but she heard nothing. She began chopping through her own legs and in her high pitched voice saying " I loved you mummy, I loved you always..." Her mother was screaming at her " Stop Lily stop! Don't listen to them! Come back to me! Please! Please....please" once again Lily heard nothing but her own voice. " Chop, chop, chop" she said a hint of excitment in her voice. " Bye bye mummy." She began eating the body parts she had chopped off. She ate and ate until there was nothing left.
Lily was possesed, her mother had to live with the memory for 40 depressed years until she hanged herself. Don't let them get you like they got Lily....
