it is cold today. Very cold. It gives me shivers. Papa used to give me a blanket when I shivered. I red blanket. It smelled like papa.
Today is very well. I have seen a pretty little girl on the street. She was playing with flowers. Pretty flowers. Just like her.
Her dress was torn oh my! What would her momma say? Won't she be cross oh dear. She hasn't been very good has she?
The little girl did not see me. She was looking at flowers. Red flowers. They grow just away from the horrible house. The girl does not know about the house. She did not run away. She did not hide like Karen did. Oh dear what shall I do?
The house is very scary. It's black and very large, like a monster. I do not like that house. Papa says monsters live there. I should tell the little girl of it.
Her little dress was blue in color. And her hair was braided back like momma used to do to mine. Her hair is golden and long! It's so pretty I wish I had hair like that. The girl's eyes were just like a deer's.
A deer's eyes. When papa used to hunt. When it ran. When it sniffed the air. And he shot them. Shot them like the hands of death. The eyes of a deer when red crimson liquid came pouring out of it's beautiful neck. Eyes like those of a deer who knows. Who knows it will finally eat the grass of heaven. And lay it's head in the clouds...
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deadroses.
Mystery / Thrillerbased on diary entries of a psychopathic orphan "Karen" from the winter of 1944. Unravel the dark truth behind the case of the missing girls of
