The Secret Of the Puppet

Prolouge

I walk down the tiled floor.
"My music box was not wound up" I said to the camera. The black shadows thicken in the hallway until I finally see a light the hairs office.
"Tick tock" I stayed in the hallway. The lights were out.
"Huh?!" The night guard gasped. I walked down the patterned floor still, shadows loomed closer to him, they went closer and closer. He was in purple, like my father.
"Ghost of the dammed please don't kill me  for I just seek my daughter, the voices, the voices pressuring me, my sanity dropping by every word they said, I need to see her, to beg and weep for forgiveness. Please Jessica, I'm sorry." He cried. I noticed a knife at the side.
"Papa" I said, he looked up Tears were mushed on his face
"JESSICA?!" He yelled with relief and happiness.
"Oh Jessica! I'm so sorry, please forgive me for I killed you, my sanity and my head!" He cried
"Papa. I forgive you, but.." I walked closer
"Papa. I have to kill you."
"Jessica. If forgiveness means death by your hands, so be it." He said. I buried his face into my chest hugging him
"Goodbye papa." I struck my long fingers through his chest, his blood stained my clothing. My hand had been covered in the blood that once fused within me, I am truly dead but I am. The Puppet.