➳ Lacey, outstanding beauty lost in blue.
She drew life gloom and like a moth, in the dark sky she flew. What a careless girl she do. See, she's just as normal as you.
She never was alive inside. Read between the lines, it's where her secrets lie.
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She didn't know who she was, or maybe she knew who she was and just did not want to be herself anymore. One thing she knew for sure, she had to go to that old store. She knew it, she had to be there. It's like coincidences were forged so as to lead her to her destiny.
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"The happening that fed questions in her mind. At the end of the road the answers reside." She thought so.
She would rush down the street with her mind set, trying hard to stiffen the feeling seeping through her heart's veins. She almost found it funny how her emotions would gush out at the worst time. Stacy was following behind, confused about what brought Lacey to act in such bizarre way.
"Come my child, come."
The cold old store hid a story as twisted as Lacey's. For most of the town people, it was just a bare accident that got the building to burn down to ashes, engulfing the life of young Sam and his mother but... The truth is much darker than that. Only few knew it, for instance, Sam's father, the Math teacher.
The store was a familial legacy. Property of the 'Wright'. A family business which was passed down the generations from mother to daughter. The last inheritor was Azula but her son Sammy Wright was never to own it after her death. If you were to browse the stall of the store, you'd mostly stumble over bibelots, knick-knacks and gimcrack jewels which was said to hold supernatural powers. Surely anything you'd buy from the store was only cracks, kids would own to scare each other. But there were rumors circulating. It was said that behind the counter stood another facet of this 'typical' witchcraft boutique. From sacrifices of pigs to new born children, they've done it all behind the filthy curtain of the store. The bones hanging at the door were for sure, true ones. Ouija boards and crystal balls. Potions and human insides. Crow feathers and scalped hair. It was said witches living along the border of the town could find it all here. She would have lost it all if not for her resilience to keep on going with life. The store slowly lost its clientele and was soon suffocating under its own weight. Soon enough... the day came when she gave up on both.
Blood would leak from her tortured wrist as she licked it with a dark grin on her face; got little Sammy staring; his eyes would retract in horror.
"Come, come pretty boy."she said.
Sammy would waddle on the slippery floor with his feet drawing bloody steps behind him as he walked, eyes filled with a pure child's tears and dripping nose, towards his beloved mother. The old couch would drain it all and turn darker.
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