The night was cold and dark, darker than her beautiful dress which she had on as she ran, endlessly trying to find her way through rose mansion. Terror shining in her eyes as the pain swept through her body from the large cut she had gotten one her arm from an unknown source, a trall or red lined each step she had made through the halls of the mansion and in her mind she wishes non stop for her to be saved the night grew still and even darker than before as she can feel her eyes slowly feeling sleepy but she has to leave this girl keeps saying.
As the night became darker with fear and beautiful bright read she knew it was late for her, with only a minute left to midnight, a scream came from the room next to were she was resting the scream sounded like it was coming from the tv.
Her eyes widen because she could tell... she then suddenly felt a large hand grabbing her shoulder and a sharp and even more painful felling pouring through her gut.
Please stop a voice said with a very crossed tone, please stop it repeated. The voice then continue on saying,
"Mr rose, please tell me this is a joke, do you really think that I would believe that you had that bad dream last night? It's obviously taken from character four of dick gardens, our skeletons what do you really take this for.
