Caswell, Maine. - Kendrick Mausoluem - 1986.
The owl make the hoo-hoo noise, the crow lands on its nest, and the four friends whose life would change forever make their way at the Kendrick Mausoleum. Unaware that three of these girls own flesh would be splattered among these animals.
Coming out in a 1979 Ford Maverick, the four girls get out of the car, and switch on their flashlights. They were young, most importantly, they were all pure. Who weren’t at the age of fourteen. Three of the girls dressed in their best skirts so the legend himself can select the best to be his princess. One of them, a buddhist believer, did not believe it this kind of nonsense, and came along just so she can prove that this is all a fake.
"Do you think he knows how to french kiss?" One of the girl,Jocey asked. She wore a white and black skirt, with a denim jacket, and a lace shirt. Her hair all perfectly made. Just ready to get this hunt for him started.
“How bout giving a hickey right here.” Another girl, Anastasia, snickered as she pointed above her breasts.
"No, but I do believe he knows how to use a knife." The buddhist believer snapped at her. She was in her normal long teal skirt, and her full length white shirt.
"Whatever, just wait until he picks me, then all I have to do is plan my wedding, and be his princess." Another girl Sarah said, as she flicks her volumized hair to the side. She had a true gut feeling 'he' would pick her and only her. She snogged many guys before, but had been waiting only for him. She was the richest out of all of them anyway.
"Hey guys, I think we should go back, remember what we were told about Molly Addison in 1959." The girls with glasses said. She was the one who gave her best research about the whole legend. She wasn't as far as interested as the other girls.
"Umm, No. You should go back, he only picks the fair one, not the brown ones." the snotty brat, Sarah, harshly said.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
It was raining. The girl who believed in buddhism, dwelled into the pouring rain. In her case the meaning of raining mean two thing.
One, if God is happy, to what his fellow children and devotees are cherishing.
Two, if something bad is going to happen.
And one thing for sure is that God himself wouldn’t be happy at the moment. Especially the moment where Satan reveals himself.
The girl who believed in buddhism, Calliope, knew exactly knew which of the two reason it was, and she was shaking. She eyed around everywhere. Even a crickets chirping, the clouds making the moon visible, and the owl making noises aroused her senses, each and every way.
No one can stop them now. No one can. They will have to witness what Molly Addison and her friend went through, they will have to witness he himself.
Aren Randolph.
The only one and only. A predator, whose prey are not animal but the female's in the universe. Beware, never say you weren't warned.
The lunar eclipse was going to happen in thirty seconds, and twenty years have passed since the last 'Arousement' as people in town would say. If you are reading this, be sure to know the people around you.
Know your enemy. They are around you, yet invisible. It could be your own blood relation, or even a lover. Here in Caswell, Maine. Having friends is commonly known. But also getting betrayed or tricked with is it’s own speciality.
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Yours Truly.
Kinh dị"There's this saying in this town that every twenty-seven years, at lunar eclipse, once the clock strikes three, in the Kendrick Mausoleum, you can see him. If you look into his mesmerizing eyes, you're his prey." Lilith snickered. "Who's he." I...
