Amitra Stories

When we kissed it was like we were the only two on the planet. So magical, but when we pulled apart he looked funny, his face turned red and began clutching his chest and throat. He fell to the ground, I knew he was dead. Sobs built up in my throat and I cried losing my balance and crashing to the floor. When I calmed down enough I rang up the police. This is a glimpse of one of my past lives unlike other people. I remember every life I've lived. This is because of a curse placed upon me. If I kiss my true love he will instantly die.

The cell smelled of urine, feces and decay, the darkness was overwhelming, I'd been there for who knows how long. My memories began to get flooded with darkness, even my name began to turn into nothingness. Charisma, I began to repeat, but as time went on it disintegrated Chari Ch C-7582-001, my prison number began to take its place.

the story of Elizabeth Bathory has been told in so many ways. Though never quite this way through her own eyes and the account of a young maid in her service.