Nancy Flara.
I thought of my name. I spied on Ethan and Heather, while wearing a long white dress that reaches until my ankles.
As I looked out of the window, I could hear whispers of my favorite song...
"Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody
The old gray goose is dead.
The one she's been saving,
The one she's been saving,
The one she's been saving
To make a feather bed.
The goslings are mourning,
The goslings are mourning,
The goslings are mourning,
Because their mother's dead.
The old gander's weeping,
The old gander's weeping,
The old gander's weeping,
Because his wife is dead.
She died in the mill pond,
She died in the mill pond,
She died in the mill pond
From standing on her head.
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody
The old gray goose is dead."
I hummed the tune while turning away from the window to walk down the basement. My basement. "I would love to see what does my new mask look like on me," I said cheerfully as I took out the newest mask ever. Mary Brown. "Child, be patient," My father's voice spoke in my head. "You'll wear that when you kill." He continued. Of course, I pouted. But I have to respect the elders, no?
As I put the mask back where it belongs to, I sang the song again.
"Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody
The old gray goose is dead.
The one she's been saving,
The one she's been saving,
The one she's been saving
To make a feather bed.
The goslings are mourning,
The goslings are mourning,
The goslings are mourning,
Because their mother's dead.
The old gander's weeping,
The old gander's weeping,
The old gander's weeping,
Because his wife is dead.
She died in the mill pond,
She died in the mill pond,
She died in the mill pond
From standing on her head.
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody
The old gray goose is dead," I sang.
I love the song so much.
It fits me.
I twitched, as if I'm unleashing a new personality.
My disorder is getting greater.
I love my disorder.
Maybe...
If I have enough personalities, I'll go where I used to be and murder all the inhabitants inside.
If I had my brother with me.
If my brother ever went back to me, we would play forever.
I mean, I love my brother more than anyone else.
I can tell by the look on his face when I was being taken away by those evil scientist. He loves me back.
And I love him.
Forever. And ever!
I'll kill anyone just to see him again. I will. I will.
I reached out my hands and there goes some goo shooting out of my hands, and also from my mouth.
"My infection is growing great," I said as the goo spilled onto the floor.
I then laughed.
To be honest, I love laughing.
It somehow takes away your pain.
My plan is to get my brother back.
But his name changed already.
That's really not creative at all, brother.
You wanna know what his real name is?
Anthony Flara.
I can't tell you the name now, that would spoil this story.
Yes. I could break the wall, or the... 4th wall.
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Mascots Are Psychopaths
Mystery / ThrillerA little girl named Nancy Flara has a split personality disorder that turns her into a psycho. Now what she does is to murder certain people and use their faces as their mask. Maybe even use the whole body to play pretend. An investigator named Etha...
