Snarled: Ghost Guide Stories

Ghost guide No. 3

Many Centuries ago there was a woman who lived in the town of Waterford, Ireland. Her Lips red like a rose, her hair yellow as a sunflower, her eyes Green like a four leaf clover she wasn't just beautiful on the outside she had a kind and gentle soul to match and while she could get anyone she desired there was only onean that she wanted a humble peasant boy who lived nearby and while she didn't care about money or status. It was all that her father and family could. Her marrying a man of less status than her would be unacceptable. So her father forced her to marry the incredibly wealthy and Much older Clan Chieftain he kept her locked in a room in a tower so that he could keep her all to himself he only entered to feed her and bleed her he liked to press his knife against her smooth, White skin slowly pressing harder and harder until drops of crimson poured out she hated it, and she hated him. The only thing that kept her going was the thought of the peasant boy he had told her that he would come and save her so she waited and waited and waited but he never came so she started hiding the meals that her husband gave her. Over time her rose red lips faded to gray her sunflower hair wilted to the ground and her clover green eyes lost their luck there was an old Irish practice of placing stones on the graves of the recently deceased so that they would not rise again and for whatever reason on the night of her burial the townspeople did not cover her coffin some say it's because they felt guilty for not doing anything to save her from her wicked husband and they felt it would just shame her even more. They remember her as the kind and forgiving woman she was unfortunately, that's not the same woman who Rose from the grave she was now The Dearg Due the red blood sucker while you sleep she will sing her siren song and in your vulnerable state of mind you will be lured out of bed into the cemetery and to her grave that's when she will steal your blood. Just as her husband had stolen her so many times the only was to prevent her from rising every night is to place stones upon her grave before the sun sets but sometimes the locals forget.

    Beware the thirst of the Dearg Due.