Annabell and her maker

If you like happy stories and things that end with a good ending then my friend you are reading the wrong story.  This story is a story of pain suffuring loss and most of all a new dawn apon the mind.  So its not too late to go and pick out another story.  And those of you who like to be pushed to the limits of your comfortable lap top and comfy chair/bed and blankets, then away i shall take you.

The hour is midnight, the setting is a small cemetery at the outskirts of a small hick town in New York, just outside of amsterdam.   A woman blond short slim wearing a flowing black jaket made of soft velvet cascades to the mossy dew covered grass.   Her hands are worn from rope her bag is an old lether doctors bag with medical supplies hidden away inside.  She caries a bouque of roses, yellow with her.

"Jacob, i brought your faviort........yellow.......i miss you.........how are things up there?.....i hope there ok............i got a promotion......im now a full fledged mortican Mr. carnigee passed away yesterday and left me with his suplies...you know how much of a father that man was to me......i own the funnural parlor too now......and we got a lead on your killer...........im working on the case too.....iv been fixing them up like i did with you......i promise ill find him......your like a brother to me and iv never had any one treat me as good as you.....ill come back tomorow....i have to go down town for some paper work.....here are the roses like i promised love you bro..."

She climbed into the black herse she now drives with the new burden of mortican.  She drives away with the black of her eyeliner dripping on her cheek bone.  she drove down the winding road now lit in a orange pale glow of the sun set.  She turns on her ipod to listen to some music and puts on heavy metal quietly.  She drives down town to the police depatment to pick up papper work for the five new ictums of the nutorieus sin killer.  He takes the very sin comited by people and kills them almost like a vigual anti.  Annabell (the woman in the black coat)  had a great amount of respect for him but also despised him for killing her only friend jacob for getting mixed into the wrong crowd.  Annabell empitied her mail bow at the police department to find a bunch of letters.  Officer Dantea came up to her and started to talk.

" Mrs. Annabell Hollinds the dead speak to you yet?"

"just because my mother was a phyc dosent mean that i am Officer Dantea."

"well like mother like daughter, they always say....maybe your just scared the town will drive you out like your bat shit crazy mother."

"or maybe theyll just press charges of child molestation like your father on you......good day Officer Dantea."

"your lucky your important to this case or i would personally press charges against you."

"And for what exactly?  I have done nothing to you....but i could press charges for sexual harasment for touching my rear Officer."

"........"

"exactly watch your tounge....good day."

Annabell walked out of the office with her hhead held high and got into her herse.  She looked threw her letters to find one in a red envalope adressed to Annabell from the sinner.  She opened it in anticapation. and read

Dear Annibell,

i see youv been enjoying my work for the past month what do you think?  oh your friend jacob sorry about that.  He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time nothing personal.  If you want to write back and i certanly hope you do send it to po. box 896453 its not my po.box one of the victims um Mr.hannly to be exact.  so dont bother trasing it.  Dont show this leter to the police as well.  we"ll be in touch my dear Anny tata