17.10.1973 Tuesday
"Ophelia?"
Rachel cried through the house, she wasn't sure if she actually wanted to find her lost daughter after the recent events.
"Ophelia!" She shouted again, no response.
Worry started crawling up her ice cold heart.
She walked up and down the corridor, halting before grandmothers room, she opened the door hesitantly.
Empty.
Her last sparkle of hope to find her burnt out.
She ran outside to the front door in frustration, when a familiar face looked at her from the corner of her eye.
"Gwendoline! Where is she?"
The old lady sat on the terrace in an fragile rocking chair, she put her knitting stuff down.
"Oh Ophelia? Poor little girl.. I called the asylum to pick her up this morning, she was just another lost soul, she won't come back to cause you any more trouble anywhere soon, my dear"
She smiled warmly up at Rachel, her hand resting inside her apron, a bunch of white pills filling her right pouch.
Her old scrawny fingers holding a single bloody tooth, rolling it between her fingertips.
"I made sure of it"
The End
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The Strange Case of Ophelia Cortess
Horror(Originally, this was a project for school but since my teacher was so excited about it i chose to upload it) A short horror story about a little girl and the gruesome discovery she made.
