House Of Monsters

{{SS}} Grace's Letter

It was late at night and grace was.... writing? This is what she wrote
Summary: Grace has a secret. And she's writing it out.

To who ever may have read this,

There's a reason why the basement is off limits.

There's a reason why I'm puppeteer and that Cassidy is a frankenstein.

There's a reason why I sing when I work.

There's a reason and here is why. I cheated.

And I regret it very much.

You must be wondering 'cheated? What does that mean?'

I cheated Life and Death and why the hell did I do it?

So let me start off the beginning, the very beginning.

I was a happy child growing up. You'll probably never saw me without a smile. Everything alright. I graduated high school went to college, I almost got my degree too. Than that night happened. I was walking to my apartment but when I was walking across the street, a drunk driver crashed into me and killed me instantly......

I think it was a few years before I came back to myself. All I can clearly remember was I was in a dark room and guess who was sitting right in front of me? Yep Death himself! Now I couldn't see his face or anything in the room. But I was scared. He told me I was gonna go to afterlife (it kinda dawned on me that afterlife was real and that there's a heaven and hell) but me being the idiotic self. I begged. (God d**n it being dead sounds better than this.) I was scared of death, of not living. I wanted to strike a deal. (You know those cheesy movies when the hero gets kidnapped and the way he escaped was a stupid deal. It was kinda like that) And for some reason Death gave me a deal. I'll come back alive but I have repair myself (since y'know car crash I had injuries and bad ones too) and I had to do a job for him. Why in the world did I agree. But I did. I came back alive and I sewed myself back together and I started my job for Death which is sewing. No it's not that easy. I had to sew people, y'know like what I did to myself. And no they're  not alive either, they're dead. The reason why Death wanted me to sew dead people is when he comes a gets them they won't have a missing arm or leg. (Yes Death said that happened many times before and Life or God wants him to somehow fix it) so that's what makes me a puppeteer, I also can make like little dolls things. (which I'm terrified to make I only do it if it's obsoletely necessary) So yeah I was dead at one point and here I am! With probably one of the worst jobs in the world! Eh I'll live with it.

Your dead now alive friend
                                                   Grace.

And she put it in a little envelope and put it in one of her draws with many other envelopes that had letters inside them. She than turned off the light and crawled into bed.