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Willow, a girl with a bright soul, young and intelligent. Brave but yet scared. One night her friends came over. Her friends dared her at 3:33 a.m., during the Devil's hour, to light candles in the bathroom around the sink. And make the heptagram with a circle around it drawn on the mirror. The final step is to say Red Rum three times while looking in the mirror. "What if the tale is true?" Willow shyly whispered. "Well it's not true, so who cares. Anyway, this is just to prove it," her friends scolded. So they continued the ritual. Willow calmly walk towards the mirror.
"Red rum" she pauses with fear, "red rum" she gulps, and takes a big breath. "Red rum." She's stunned with fear. "See? Nothing happened. Let's go home," ranted one of the girls. Willow took another deep breath and blew out the candles. They light again on their own. Willow freaked out, no one was there except her. She ran out quickly with the door slamming behind her. She didn't even touch it. She makes it to her room and shuts the door. The wind blows through her window and her shades blow. She quietly but quickly closes the window. Willow jumped in her bed and covers the blankets over her face in fear.
A voice speaks, "Finally I'm free." it whispers. Footsteps start to sound and get louder. Her door opens and the voice spoke. "Why are you hiding? Lets play a game. Possibly tag?" He walks over to her bed and pulls the covers off. Willow is curious where he is and not capable of seeing him. She suddenly screams, her soul being sucked out of her as she's stabbed to death by a spirit dagger. And not leaving a scratch. She takes her final breath.
Her mom terrified, runs into the room. She sees her little girl lying dead on her bed. But her soul still close. Willow standing behind her waiting. Her mother goes into the bathroom and saw the uncleaned mess. She started to cry even more. "The tale is true," she sobbers in the mess. "She let him free and is let loose to murder others. She never knew what red rum meant."
"AHHHHHH!!!!" Her throat slit by the knife. Blood flows down her neck on to her chest. She too takes her final breath. Thump, it was the sound of a foot stomping. But louder. Her body hits the ground. And this house seemed to be cursed by Willow and Red Rum. And whoever enters never comes out alive. Her mother soul still haunted underneath the floorboards of the bathroom and won't let the candles blow out only to stay forever lighted. Willow and Red Rum are still to this day loose and MURDER those who perform the ritual but only to be set free at the hour of 3:00 a.m......
