***INTRO***
Once apon a time... Many years ago, in 1851, there was a very old town in Translvania that existed there.... Well, at least.... Not anymore...
Inside this old town was a cottage, and that cottage held a family of five. Maria, James, Claire, a mother named Esther, and the sister of Esther, named Eve. James was the eldest, age 17, Maria was second eldest, age 15, and Claire was the youngest, age 9.
(((((((To give you a better picture of our characters, let me tell you their characteristics:*you can skip if you want*
Maria has blue eyes, long curely blonde hair, regular colored ''white" skin, and her favorite color is green.
James has short brown hair and brown bangs, brown eyes, regular ''white'' skin, and his favorite color is blue.
Claire has short red hair, regular ''white'' skin, brown eyes, and her favorite color is pink.)))))))
story:
One dark night in the forgotton town in Translvania, little claire sat in her room with Maria, her big sister. They were doing a small puzzle on the carpet floor in her room together. "This peice should go.... Here!'' Claire said as she grabbed a puzzle peice, hovoring it over the halfed-puzzle board, then matching it with a correct tile. "Great job! Let's see..." Maria began, taking another puzzle peice and raising it in the air, staring at the board.
Suddenly, the door flew open, and out stepped James, who walked over to the two sisters. "What are you whores doing in this damn room with the fucking door shut, again? What are you hiding!?" James yelled at them. "Get out, James.." Maria ordered, giving him a mean look. James just got mad. "Whatever..." He snapped, as he ran outside, slamming the doors behind him.
"...When you grow up, I hope you wont end up like James. He's just a terrible crook who steals.. It's shameful to have him as a family member, never take mental notes from him.." Maria stated, pricking her fingers at the puzzle board casually. Claire just nodded, and they continued with their session.
Hours flew by, and Maria and Claire were just playing around together while James creeped around the town, like he does every night. Soon, it became time for bed.
Maria was tucking Claire in, said "Goodnight'', and headed for the door, but a small hand grabbed hers, not letting her go. "...Don't leave, I don't wanna be alone... Please'' Cried Claire. Maria turned around, and looked at her. "You'll be okay... I just don't feel well. I'm going for a walk, and i'll be back soon. Mom will be home from work in the morning." Maria said, slowly untangling her fingers from Claire's as she slowly walks off, and shuts the door behind herself.
Maria sighed as she grabbed her black trench coat and walked outside, onto the dirty, black plasture. The moon's light twinkled into Maria's eyes like glowing sparks from a fire that Maria enjoyed ever night as a small child... When Maria was a child, her life was so much brighter than it is now. Her brother was a simple little boy, who loved his family... But now, he's a filthy, mean crook, who will die in hell.... And Maria has lost her faithe and love inside of his darkened soul... Maria even remembered the small moments of her childhood...
***FLASHBACK*** : of when Maria was 10 and James was 12, and Claire was 4:.:.:.:.:.
The fire's glowing ashes sparkled into Maria's big, young blue eyes. She stared lifelessly into the fire, missing her father, who died in a bloody murder, yet to be spoken...and they found out by letter a couple days earlier. Suddenly, little Maria felt cold fingers touch her shoulders.. It was her mother, and Maria turned to see her mother's beautiful smile staring at her, warming her. "Feeling sad? Oh, I know how hard it is to lose a father... I lost mine when I was.... Your age, actually. I think.... He was a great father, allways honest, and strong... Too bad he wasn't strong enough to fight his cancer, and died..."
Her mother's words shifted around and exploded into bloody blurs inside her twisted mind.. It was almost unbearable to think of how terrible her life was. ..."I'm sorry, mom... I'm sorry to what has come to all this. I'm sorry..." Maria whispered toherself as she strolled on into the night.
Suddenly, something started to rattle in the bushes. Maria's mind directly exported it's inner attention line into the rattling bush... Putting all of her thoughts over it's mysterious rattling.
"H...Hello?" Maria asked the rattling bush, staring at it. Suddenly, a hand broke out of it, and soon... an entire body formed right in front of Maria all the way out from the plant. "M..Maria..." Said the being. Maria was stunned.. No, SHOCKED. This being wasn't normal-looking, for it had blood all over him.. and he carried a bloody dagger in his boney hands, and some of his fingers were torn off!
"Mar..M...Ma...Mar...ia.MA-RIA!" Screamed the disfigured being. A loud and stunning scream escaped Maria's lips as she dashed off into the street, luckly.. there were no cars. She rushed into different directions as her heart raced. She could feel his presense chasing her.. She wanted to think of something else... Anything, but she couldn't. The man's presence filled her mind. She kept screaming, but no one was on the streets. Everything was completely empty... Like eveyrone was dead, almost.
Maria found herself rushing onto her front door patio, rapidly gripping her fingers on the doorknob, furiously twisting it open, running inside.. And shutting and locking the door behind her. She heard nothing, or felt nothing more of that figure. She stood up against the locked door, and just kept her eyes closed... Breathing so heavily.
Suddenly, Claire ran in the living room, and stared at Maria with confusion and worriedness. "Maria! Are you okay? You looked like you've seen a ghost!!" Claire appealed. Maria slowly opened her eyes as she sank to the ground, in a sitting format.. Hugging her knees. "Is...Is it gone..? Please.. Leave me alone.. I... I DIDN'T DO A-ANYTHING!!" Maria screamed as she burried her face into her hugged knees.
About an hour later, Maria was sitting in her bed.. Trying as hard as she could to sleep, but she couldn't. The fear and greif she felt when she was being chased just filled her soul with thoughts and weary sadness. "..What was that'' She thought to herself. "Why did he want to kill me.. He had a knife, he was sure enough going to try... I hope... I hope he will not return.. I HATE THAT THING!" Maria was screaming inside her mind, wich seemed kind of pathetic for her, but she didn't wish to awake anyone with her taunting.
As Maria's eyes began to feel heavy, she turned into a deep sleeper.. Falling aimlessly asleep in her dis-comfortable bed. Suddenly, a screaching sound of a scream chased the silence throughout the house. Maria's blue eyes shot open as she dashed out of bed, and into Claire's room. "No..." Maria thought to herself as to what she saw.
She saw the figure that chased her; He was back! The same, creepy, dis-figured being was standing right there... But what she saw of Claire was worse.
Claire, just a simple 8-year old little girl lyed on the cold ground with a stab wound in her stomach. Her lifeless corpse just stood there.. Mocking Maria with every- glance. "No... No!!! CLAIRE, NO!" Maria ran and hugged Claire's body. "Claire..." She whispered in bloody tears. "I'm,..I'm so sorry i couldn't be here soon enough.. I'm so sorry, Claire."
Suddenly, Maria heard an angery moan behind herself as she turned around to see the figure.. But this time, she could see him more closely... Maria's eyes fluttered with surprisment into what she reconized.. It was her father, except he was a zombie-killer almost. Her father had a dagger in his hand, about to be slashed into Maria's body, for sure. Maria closed her eyes in utter sadness as she whispered..."Claire...I'm going to join you.. You'll never be alone... Never again, my angel..." The words fluttered out of Maria's throught as the dagger slashed into Maria's chest.
Maria's lifeless body fell downwards onto Claire's as she lastly grabbed Claire's cold, dead hands.. She whispered once more as she faded into death; ''I'm coming home...Claire...I'm going home with you....Forever....."
This was the tale of the true family members.
Sometimes, in dreary nights.. When you're sitting in your little room alone with the window open as cold air rushes through the blinds and ruffles the curtains into a blowing breeze, you can almost hear a ghostly noise. "I'm coming home... I'm coming hooommeee"...
Whispers the wind.
