The little girl gazed at the cricket ahead of her in the dimming light. She giggled as she huddled down in the field and pulled at her wool dress to cover her legs. The summer breeze swayed and jostled the girl's hair as she focused intently on the tiny insect. A light from behind warmed her surroundings and the insect scurried away. She stood, smiling, and slowly went away at hearing her, Father.
She stepped off the crop field and skipped to their small primitive cottage. Her Father was seen on the open porch with an oil-lit lantern and ushered her inside. The little girl smiled and was kissed goodnight with the moon shining down upon her face.
Something would lurk behind that window. A face covered by the dead. Decayed and used as a disguise from the remains of an animal. It peered through the window at nightfall to watch the young girl. In its own crazed mind, it had its purpose, only to serve its master like a wild dog.
It shattered the window with its skull and slammed to the floor! It stood and sheathed the child in its long dragging cloak as she screamed, it fled through the shattered glass and departed into the night...
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FantasyChildren with their silly games of make-believe. Tucked away at night. Hearing the creaking boards and losing hope. Wondering if they will see the morning light. We find them empty in their beds. And they scare their mothers to death. The Hidden Fac...
