Cautiously, Ella peered out from behind a tree. Her ragged red dress hung from her malnourished frame. She squinted as the mid-winter sun caught her eyes through the skeletal, hare, oak trees.
Today she awaits her revenge.
In the mist of the night Ella is plotting a robbery not to steal gold but to steal information about her parents’ car crash and to find out who was driving the taxi at 6:30 at night.
The street was dark. In the distance there is two stray cats fighting for their lives. Under a yellow lamppost you see a glimpse of a red dress sneaking to someone’s front door.
Ella started to whisper to herself but then like magic the door quietly opened, waiting for her to step inside. Nobody knows exactly what happened to Mr and Mrs smith that night. They were found twisted, lifeless, and bug-eyed and their faces were stuck in a scream. The house looked as if no one has lived there in years.
YOU ARE READING
the girl in the graveyard
TerrorI hope you enjoy this story I haven't finished it and I might keep adding more paragraphs to this story if you want me to
