I have no heart beat... because I'm dead. Wow, I'm rude. Let me start over. My name is Angelica. And I'm dead. I normally don't mind being alone, in the dark. But tonight I feel more lonely than normal. Like something has been taken from me, but I have nothing to loose, because I'm dead. Just so you know, my face isn't like rotting off. I think it might have in the past, I don't remember, but not at the moment. I just have a skull, with hair. I'm not sure how I can have hair without skin, but I do.
My hair is a bright red with black streaks. I wear a black dress decorated with spiderwebs. Black boots that go up to my knees, and a big black bow on the back of my head.
I wish I was alive, skin, heart beat, life. I can't remember my death, too long ago I assume. I have so many questions about everything, but I have no way to find the answers. How did I die? How long have I been dead? How did I get my name? These are a few.
I now walk by myself through the endless maze of trees I have been walking for as long as I can remember, with the same night sky lingering above the tree tops.
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The nightmare after Christmas
HorrorJack and Sally had a little girl, named her Angelica. They didn't know what to do, so they gave her away. The person they gave her to is a horrible man. Read and find out what happens when a small family comes together, secrets are reveled, and she...
