My Very First Novel Currently In Review!!!
I’m so excited to announce that my very first novel is in review to get published!!! I’m so excited!
The Skeletons in his Closet
By: Karianne Nicole Gabaldon
Prologue:
Addison Dawson Rhydesdale, 21, had lived a pleasant life. Nothing was handed to her on a silver plate; she still had to work for all that she had. But nonetheless, she was content. She had a loving family, friends, and boyfriend. But the night of August 17th, 2020, Rhydesdale was murdered. She was found deceased, lying in upright plank position. Police declared it death by asphyxiation. Unfortunately, they were unable to locate the suspect…
… but do not think for a second that the police didn’t have a track – her boyfriend, the love of her life, Zander Edwin Rheese.
Chapter One: The Tatted Man
Born and raised in a small town named Cottonwood, Arizona, 21 year-old Addison Dawson Rhydesdale was spending her first night in the city, away from home. She had promised her folks that she’d go to college sooner or later, it just happened to be later. When her acceptance letter to Arizona State University finally came in the mail, Addison was not the only happy one. Honestly, her parents just needed space. Yes, “space” if you’d like to call it. Really they just couldn’t stand her off-the-wall thoughts that she just had to share constantly and her snide, ungrateful remarks on everything her parents put in for her. And not to mention her stereo blasting Hardcore rock every night. What was she always doing up there anyway? I’m other words, her parents are happy now, to say the least.
As for Addison, she had just gotten off the phone with her mother, Mellisa, and had told her how perfect everything was; that she got a ritzy apartment with a jazz lounge down the street, that the city was safe and boarded with cops and bodyguards everywhere. And one last thing, ASU was about one mile away from her apartment, making Melissa and Addie’s father, Rhani, assume that Allie can just ride her bike to class. The only reason Allison made all of this up is because, as she told them constantly and over dramatically, “I’d rather die, or even join a cult, before I set foot in a dorm. They’re nasty… smelly… not to mention you have to share everything, including a fucking shower. So, no. Not for me.” But in reality, she lived in a rundown apartment with boarded up windows, noisy neighbors, dripping sinks, terrible plumbing, water leaking from the ceiling, no television or any entertainment of the sort, squeaky bed, moldy rooms, and absolutely no cash in her name to renovate the damn place.
5:30 a.m. offsets Addison alarm on her phone. She barely sleep as it was; her neighbors were throwing some sort of giant get together. Addison sighed, rubbed her eyes, then buckled up and got ready for her first class. Which she had forgotten exactly where her class was located, but she figured she’d find it once she got on campus and gave herself an extra fifteen to explore and find it. Once she got there, it was so crowded that she almost wish she had gone too a Slipknot concert instead – in the mosh pit! Luckily she found a man by his lonesome standing by the lockers, and boy, was he a diamond in the rough! He had black clothes, looked about 18 or 19. He had piercings, and he had tattoos! He look total rocker and that was one hundred percent her type: rocker dude, as she says. She’d always dreamt of marrying a rocker dude who played electric guitar.
“Hey, my name is Addison Rhydesdale. I’m new. I’m a freshman.” “I can tell,” he smiled. “I’m Zander. Zander Rheese.” Zander shook Addison’s hand as he dropped his books. “Oh, here,” Addison laughed as she bent down and gave him his books. “Thanks. Senior…” Zander gave Addie a dreamy, irresistible smile. She was so lost in him that she didn’t even realize that she killed three minutes. “So, uh, Addison,” Zander chuckled. “Oh. Um, what… what?!” Addison was suddenly brought back to earth. Zander laughed. “You’re funny. You, uh, came up to me for a reason I suppose?” Addison was given two choices here; either to ask him where World Lit was, or for his phone number… no! It was her first day. She had to stay focused! “Yes, ha. Right. So, as I said this is truly my first arrival on ASU campus, I… don’t know where World Literature is. I’m lame, I’m sorry,” said Addison. “Ha, no. It’s okay. I’m actually in the same class,” he then looks at his watch. “Aaaand… we’re late! Come on! Follow me!” She then whispered to herself, “destiny!”
First class and Addison is clueless. Unfortunately there are assigned seats for this class, so she couldn’t get any first-day assistance from Zander. And, of course, the professors expect the students – even freshman – to know what they’re doing. Addison hasn’t stepped foot inside a classroom since Senior year at Mingus Union High School, graduation day, at the age of 18. And this is far more complicated than a high school graduation.
After class, Addison Found Zander at Mascot Manor, which was also known as The Spirit Shed. It’s where all of the students who had school spirit, mainly jocks and spirit squad members, hung out. Addison only went inside Mascot Manor to ask about cheer tryouts, but she found Zander playing air hockey with another guy who was wearing a Letterman’s jacket. She looked over at him and pretended to not notice him, just because he didn’t want him to think she was some sort of creep. So instead, Addison marched up to Mascot Manor’s front desk and asks, “hello, my name is Addison Rhydesdale, I am a Freshman here, and I was wondering about cheerleading tryouts?” A lady from the desk, with blonde and curly hair, chewing Watermelon Hubba Bubba bubblegum and also speaking in a New York accent, said back to Addison, “here, take this paper. It’s a list of all extracurricular activities, and it has the coach’s name, Miranda Schivens. This is her number and this is her extension.” She pointed to the number with her extensively long fake acrylic fingernails. “Thank you…?” “Hegel, sweetie. Sheila Hegel.” “Thank you, Sheila Hegel.” “And if you have anymore questions about this place, I’m your girl, honey. Let me know.”
As Addison started walking away, she had almost forgotten about the fact that Zander was there, until… “Addie?!” Zander laughed! “Guys! This is a chick I met today! She’s a Frosh! It’s alright if I call you Addie, right?” Zander runs up to Addison and puts his arm around her shoulder and winks at her. “Of course… uh, Zandi.” Zander started laughing and so did the rest of the guys. Oh, and did I mention there were only men there? “Ha, ha… yeah… uh, don’t exactly… know what… we’re laughing. About. So, I’m just going to leave now.” As Addison left to the double doors, the guys were still laughing. Addison didn’t know whether to be puzzled or upset. “Oh, Addie! Wait!” Yelled Zander. Addison was about to speak up. “Here’s my number if you want to come to this bomb ass bonfire this weekend!” Zander gave Addison a piece of paper with his phone number in it. “Oh, are you, uh, bringing anyone else?” Asked Addison. “Of course not, silly! I’ve gotta give the newbie a chance for some good college fun!” Addison smiled. “Yes, I will. Thank you, Zandi.”
Addison wore a shit smile all the way home.
That weekend, Addison looked through her closet, trying to find the nicest yet skimpiest dress in her closet. “This. This is the one.” Addison looked the dress up and down and smiled. It was basically lingerie with a bow on it, but Addison had a feeling it’d catch Zander’s eye. So she wore it. And she felt ever so confident.
Zander met her outside of her apartment. He whistled and said, “damn. Damn. You look gorgeous.” Addison didn’t say anything, she was too busy blushing, oh and of course, staring Zander up and down. She loved doing that. “Well, Addie, are you ready for your first college throw down?” Smiled Zander. “Yes,” Addie answered. They got into Zander’s car and took off.
When they arrived at the mixer, Addie was stunned. “This is quite the throw down,” Addison’s voice shivered nervously as she gripped Zander’s arm. “It’s alright,” Zander laughed, “you’ll fit in just fine. You’re pretty damn awesome, Addie. I think that people will find you pretty charming.” Addison smiled, “really?” “Yes, Addie, now go mingle. I’ve gotta talk to my boys, but who knows? Maybe you’ll find that these people are no different than you. Oh and I know you’ve been dying to get on spirit squad; there are tons of cheerleaders here. Oh, and if you’re lucky and talk to the right people, you can get a free card anywhere and everywhere. Have fun!” Smiled Zander. Addison just stood there smiling at him. He gave her a tiny push and yelled, “go!”
As she stepped in, she immediately fit in with her lingerie that she called a dress. “Hi! My name is Kandi. I love your dress. I saw you with Zander-so hot, right? Well, any friend of Zander’s is a friend of ours.” Suddenly an entire group of girls came behind her like a pack of wolves. Strange, but she needed friends nonetheless. “Oh, am I ever rude. These are my sorority sisters.” Addison gave a blank stare right through them, she snapped out of it and said, “hi, girls. I’m, uh, Addison. But apparently also Addie. Because Zander totally calls me that.” Allie smiled shyly. “Oh, Zander! I seen the way he looks at you. You two would make a great-“ “Sasha!” Yelled Kandi, interrupting Sasha. Kandi and Zander went to high school together all throughout college. Kandi had a thing for him, which everybody knew including Zander. He just ignored it because of her ridiculously awful reputation. He was in search of a nice and good girl; someone he could trust. Was it Addie?
“Oh, there you are!” Yelled Zander, while Addison was sitting by herself on the sofa. “What’s wrong with me, Zander? Why don’t I fit in?” Addison cried, tears and all. “Addie, it’s been four hours! Are you telling me that you haven’t made any friends?” Addison looked at Zander and shook her head. “There were these sorority girls but Kandi’s frankly… kind of a bitch,” said Addison as she looked away. “Bitch?… She can’t mess with you,” Zander grabbed her face and said, “do you hear me, Addison? And if she does, let me know.” Addison turned her head again. Zander, this time, grabbed her face and sucked it as hard as he could. Right in front of Kandi. “Oh my God…” Addison’s face suddenly lit up, then she kissed him back. “I knew that girl was a fucking whore,” Kandi said, snidely. “Kandi, don’t! She’s not worth it!” Yelled Sasha. But instead, she did it. Kandi Prettyton threw her icy rum and coke down Addison’s lingerie dress. Everyone gasped but weren’t surprised. “Kandi, you bitch!” Yelled Zander. “I’d rather be a bitch than a man stealer! You better watch your back! Lucky for you I’m a senior so you only have one year to face my wrath! And I hope you keep sticking up for her, Zander, because I can rock both your worlds!” Yep, Kandi was crazy. “Come on, Addie. Let’s get out of here. Frat boy parties ain’t shit anyway…” Zander took her hand and they took off.
They stopped at Darryl’s Diner for some late breakfast. “So, what’s your favorite core class so far?” Zander asked. “I really like Lit.” Addison smiled. “Oh, World Literature. It wouldn’t have anything to do with me being in that class, would it?” Zander winked and he and Addison both chuckled. “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you in World Literature? I mean… you’re a senior.” Addison gave an embarrassing look. “Yeah, believe it or not, I struggle with literature. Which is why I just can’t seem to pass it. But since I’m a senior this year, I have to and so I’m getting a tutor.” Zander’s eyes rolled as he laughed. “Oh my, Zander! It’s 2:45 in the morning! Class starts soon!” Squealed Addison. “Oh, Addie. Just chill. Welcome to college life, pretty lady.” Addison smiled and said, “maybe just a few more minutes…”
In second hour, Addison had a tough time staying awake in class. “Rhydesdale!… Rhydesdale!… Addison Dawson Rhydesdale, wake up or feel free to leave my class!” Yelled the professor. “… why…?” Addison yawned. “Why?! Is that supposed to be a joke, Ms. Rhydesdale?! I do not want students wasting my time or others’.” Addison got up and left the room. In fact, she left school all around. She went straight home and went to bed.
Soon after she went home; while sleeping, she got a phone call. It was Zander. “Hello?” Addison let out a big yawn. “Addison, what the fuck! Do you not realize that one. One slip up, like say, leaving campus during class, can get you kicked out of college?!” Zander yelled over the phone. “No offense, Zander, but you don’t have any control over me. I’m not your puppet.” “Wow! Okay, are you fucking kidding me right now? Ha… I’m trying to help you! Don’t you want a future?!” Yelled Zander. “Mmm, I don’t know… right now, I just want to sleep. I’ll decide tomorrow,” Addison said, awake but out of it. “Wow, Addison. I’m so disappointed…” “Okay, Zander. You’re not my mom…” “Okay. You’re right… I thought you were different. All I tried to do was help you prepare for your future. But whatever. Goodbye, Addison. Guess I’ll see you around campus, or not.” Zander hung up the phone. Addison knew she’d regret losing the only friend she had at ASU whenever she woke, but at that moment she just wanted to rest.
The next morning, on her way to class, she ran into Professor Jester, the one that she argued with the day before. “Oh, hi, Professor Jester…” “Rhydesdale.” “So, listen, I am so sorry about yesterday. I was tired obviously and it was my first college party the night before. College life,” Addison gave a slight and nervous chuckle while pretending to smile. “Understandable.” Even though the professor said understandable, her face did not look like she was understanding of anything. “… so you’re not going to kick me out of college?” asked Addison. “Why would I? You have a full ride. But next time, I’m not making any promises. I shouldn’t even have allowed that with a full ride scholarship but your GPA is impressive. So just go to class. See you at 10:30, Ms. Rhydesdale. And don’t screw up… ever again…” she walked away and headed to class. On her way to Lit, she saw Zander. She didn’t bother apologizing because he didn’t look like he cared for an apology at the moment. So instead, she opened her locker, grabbed her Lit course book and walked on to class; Zander walking behind her the entire time. She could feel his snake eyes plotting some voodoo revenge on her behind her back. If that was even a thing.
During lunch hour, Addie decided to visit the Mascot Manor and, once again, find out about cheerleading. She walked up to the desk to find Sheila. “Hello, Sheila. Me again.” Addison smiled. “Hello, darling. What can I do for you today?” Asked Sheila. “I was wondering if you could guide me to the right place for, well.. you know… spirit squad tryouts? If I’m not too late?” asked Addison. Sheila gave her a glare and a sigh. “Darling. I gave you a paper! Where is the paper!? It had all the info on it!” Exclaimed Sheila. “Oh, right. The paper.” Addison did some deep digging into her bag. “Found it! Thanks, Sheila!” Addison walked off, looking at the paper. As she was, she bumped into Zander by accident. “Hey, watch it!” Yelled Zander. “Excuse me, but what is your beef with me!? I’m still here at ASU! And why would you care if I wasn’t? Chill, dude. Fucking chill.” Addison snapped then walked away. But before she could Zander grabbed her by the arm and kissed her. “I’m only mad because I’m falling so hard for you, Addie, and I just can’t sit back and watch you throw your entire life away. You’ve got an incredible one. Your studying for a degree in writing. You’re going to make an excellent author. You’re going to go places. You can’t leave that all behind. And you’re beautiful. Damn, you’re so beautiful. You deserve a good life. “Oh, Zander this means so much to me.” She and Zander gazed into each other’s eyes for a few seconds. “Hey, wanna play beer pong?” Zander smiled. “Beer pong? Zander, we have class in 25 minutes!” Addison laughed. Zander grabbed her hand, “let’s go, chicken!” Zander took off with Addison. “This is crazy,” she chuckled.
When they got there, there was no beer pong table. “Where is the-“ “shh…” Zander began undressing her. “Zander-“ “don’t talk,” Zander whispered as he fondled her breasts while kissing her neck. He moved downward to her pants and unbuttoned them then took them off. “You are so beautiful. You’ve got the body of a goddess.” He picked her up by her hips and moved her up to the bench. “Zander… I’m a virgin.” Zander paused and then looked up at Addison. “Oh, Addie. It’s okay. I’ll teach you. I’m a sexpert.” They both laughed. “This is college, babe. It’s time you learned.” So he taught her how to please a man in the best way. Turns out she was pretty good at it too. After that, they went back to class.
That night, all Addison could think about were Zander’s luscious lips, slender yet chiseled body, dazzling blue eyes and glimmering in the sunlight, a brown-haired five o’clock shadow and recently trimmed hair. The way he caressed her body made her feel like Athena and him Poseidon. She couldn’t help but imagine what he thought of her…
Chapter Two: Guilty As Charged
Zander felt the way Addison did, just in a different description. Zander suddenly felt something that he hadn’t for any other girl. He wasn’t in love; he wasn’t even sure he loved her; but he knew that she was his and nobody else could have her. He had a sort of controlling attitude toward other people – especially women. But Addie… she was special. Her long, platinum blonde hair and how it’s always up in a ponytail unless she’s asleep or at parties, her cute schoolgirl outfit which matched ASU’s school colors, her white Doctor Martens boots, and that cute little nose he adored so much. And he couldn’t forget those hazel bug eyes, screaming out ‘touch me!’ So seductively. And lastly, that body; skinny, but not like a skank, because her butt was curved perfectly and her boobs were shaped by what it seemed God took hours creating just those. When they had sex, he studied her body; every inch, and he now hopes that she studied his. But he didn’t think he had too big of a problem since she was a virgin. She was already wrapped around his finger.
Zander was majoring in Acting at ASU. His dream was to become a world renowned actor. As a senior, though, he must have many classes finished that he didn’t quite have finished yet. So in order to complete University, he must complete seven courses whilst other seniors are only completing four. Some are even just doing doing three core classes and one elective. Zander is failing hard, but he’s trying to graduate. Although learning isn’t really his thing. He may not be excellent at school, but he is the king of partying. Everyone who is anyone knows him and they all know him for being the party master.
That Friday morning, he did his most favorite morning routine, which was to see Addison. “Hey, hows it going?” Asked Addison. He moved in for a kiss and she kissed him back. “See you in class,” said Addison as she started heading towards Lit. “Will you be my girlfriend?” Zander stopped her. Addison smiled. “Yes, of course. Walk to class with me?” She asked. “Absolutely.” Walking towards Lit, Kandi stood one the hallway, noticing Addison and Zander holding hands. “Really!? I mean really!?…” shouted Kandi. “Would you shut up, Kandi!? God, you’re annoying! We broke up a century ago. Leave… it… alone!” Yelled Zander. “Zander. What about us?” Cried Kandi. Zander shook his head and sighed, “there is no us. We’ve got to go. Come on, Addie.” As they walked off, Kandi frowned, pleading for vengeance.
After class, Zander had plans with his mom, Lana, for dinner. They ate at a ritzy restaurant called The Armentrout; needless to say it was a fish place, which Zander wasn’t big on. So, he ordered a shrimp scampi pasta, whilst Lana had ordered a rainbow rile-up – pretty much a fancy dish for rainbow trout. As they carried on a dumb and boring conversation that neither of them wanted; which the only reason why they were there was because Lana wanted to cozy up with Zander; but although he wasn’t happy to have arrived, he was grateful to have been there. He saw the most beautiful being he’d ever laid eyes on. Now, nobody ever took Zander for a player, but at this moment, pretty much any sketchy shit could happen. He interrupted his mother-he had to. “Hey, mom? I have to use the bathroom. I’ll be back.” “Alright, son.” She watched him leave as he did not go to the restroom, but instead, tongue another girl’s mouth. As he got back, she gave him the eye. “Well that was fast. Did you even get her number?” “Listen, mom. I know what it looked like, and it’s nothing like it looked. I swear.” He pleaded. “You swear?” She laughed. “What was it like then!?” “Mom, why are you so upset about this?” Zander asked. “Hmm, maybe because you have a girlfriend!? You know, the one who has no friends!? The one I was supposed to meet!? Or what about the one-“ “okay, okay. I get it. Just… please don’t tell her, mom.” “That’s not my job, son. But I think you should,” she demanded as she raised an eyebrow. “Um… what?” He asked, confused. “Yeah, you heard what I said. I’ll drop you off at your apartment. Call me after class tomorrow and let me know how it goes…”
Zander stared at the paper that secretly handed to him by the girl he kissed. Sassy Apache: 507-555-1503. He put the number in his phone shot her a text saying, “Zander here.” Then went to sleep.
He couldn’t help but feel paranoid about Addison finding out about him cheating on her. He knew that his mother was a loudmouth and spilled every secret she got a chance to encounter. That scared him majorly. So he got Addison a black, eight weeks old, female Chantilly-Tiffany kitten. He knew that she was a major cat person, as was he. This was the perfect cop out.
Chapter Three: His Dirty Little Lies
As Addison passed him in the hall, she quickly smiled, stopped, then turned her head and said, “you seem different…” “…maybe it’s because I har something special for you…” he smiled. “Well?” Addison laughed. He handed her a pink leather collar with rhinestones and a silver-plated name-tag which read, My name is Scamper. My mommy is Addie. Her number is 507-555-2776. Zander knew Addison wanted a Scamper because that is all she ever talked about. When she saw Scamper’s collar., her voice turned almost demonic but in a high pitched way. “Where is she!?” She jumped up and down. Zander laughed and said, “Sorry, babe. After class.” She pouted up her upper lip. “Aww…” he laughed once more. “Let’s go, Addie. I’ll walk you to class.”
The moment Addison stepped out of class, she went straight towards Zander’s car, which was where he said he’d meet her. As Zander wasn’t paying attention to the time, he and Sassy were inside of his car, with their clothes off, having sex. She started tearing up and headed home. She walked all the way to her apartment by herself and once in her room, on her bed, she screamed and cried like a baby. Little did he know she had fallen for him. Hard.
On a Saturday morning, Addison woke up to a knock on her door. She opened it and Zander was standing there with Scamper. “Addie, you never came to my car yesterday…” “but I did…” Addison starting tearing up and hung her head. “What’s wrong, babe?” Zander asked. “We need to talk, Zander.” Following Addison to her bed, Zander silently gulped. He knew this wasn’t a good sign. “Zander. I saw you with that woman. I saw you too… you know.” Addison said softly. “Well, have you ever thought that maybe if you weren’t such a prude and gave me some every once in awhile then I wouldn’t have to get some from somebody else?” Zander said. “That’s not the point and you know it.” “Then what is!?” Zander suddenly raised his voice. “You could’ve broken up with me. I’d rather than you fucking cheat!” Addison exclaimed. “Who cares? You really think you’re worthy? Like some man is going to love you? You’re a fucking mess with no friends!” Zander yelled. Addison started bawling. “Shut up; shut the fuck up!” She kept crying. “Stop it! People are going to hear you!” She just got louder. Until…
Zander wrapped his hands around her neck as if he were wrangling a snake. As she tried speaking, he just pushed and wrapped his hands tighter. She started to lose oxygen; she couldn’t breathe. But he was so on the moment of anger that he just didn’t care. Once she let out her last breath, he started at her blue, lifeless body, looked around, then fled the scene. Sure there was a guilty conscience that just kept filling, but he figured it was the right thing to do to save himself. When the cops came, he was nowhere to be found.
Chapter Four: The Investigation
The yellow crime scene tape was a story of a victim whose life ended way too soon. The cry of a mother, who collapses into a father’s arms once they both lay eyes on her bagged body. The first time a father truly felt vengeance in his heart, the pity of other college students once they hear the news at school, and lastly, the feel of knowing that she’d never met her son’s girlfriend, but also the feel of knowing that this was no accident, and Lana knew just who to blame. All hearts were heavy; including Kandi’s. But there was one who felt no pain, no shame, no suffering… Zander Rheese.
The police investigated all possible suspects. When they came to Zander, he denied everything. He even denied that they were going steady. He had to deny it, for Sassy’s sake. “…but you two were infatuated, right?” Asked Sheriff Simone Basil. “Well, sure. In the beginning. She got weird!” “Kandi said, quote, ‘Addison was actually bragging in my face that the two of them were dating.’ What does that mean to you, Rheese?” “The bitch was crazy. As made all that shit up! She was… obsessed with me to say the least.” “Alright, mr. Rheese. That’s all I need.” The sheriff said as she walked him out.
Lana Rheese was waiting outside to talk to Zander. “Oh, hey mom. What’s up?” “Son, I’m so disappointed…” “what…? Zander was confused. “If you don’t come clean, I’m ratting you out. That poor girl did not deserve this.” Said Lana in a sad voice. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Zander started to walk away and Lana grabbed him, suddenly angry. “I mean it! No son of mine is going to live with this! You’ve done wrong. Way wrong! You are a murderer! You’ve murdered an innocent young girl! How could you!?” Lana yelled. “Shh, mom. Keep it down!” “So it was you! Oh my God. I think I’m going to be sick.” Lana leaned over the trash can as Zander gave her a stare and said, “mom, I swear to God. If you rat me out… you’ll end up just like Addison. You better watch your back.”
As the police ran the DNA test, they had no trouble at all figuring out who the killer was. They barged into Zander’s apartment unannounced and handcuffed him saying, “Zander Alex Rheese, you being held under arrest for murder against Addison Dawson Rhydesdale. Whatever you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney-“ “I’m not sorry and I’ll do it again! Justice… Justice… Justice!” Zander yelled as they put him inside the cop car.
The judge charged for first degree murder and sentenced him to 27 years in prison. Three years later, he was caught smuggling a knife and tried to escape by slitting a guard’s throat. He was death sentenced and hung a week later.
Addison Dawson Rhydesdale, a young college student at Arizona State University, died on the night of September 7th, 2020. Nobody was at the scene of her apartment the night she died, but police now have proof that it was nobody but her boyfriend and classmate, Zander Alex Rheese. The crime scene investigators have declared it death by asphyxiation. More information about Addison’s death tonight at 9. You have been watching Evening Edna News. Be safe and goodnight.
Summer’s Sunset
Summer, a 25 year old bouncing brunette, had life all planned out for her. After graduation, she married a 32 year old Duke named Bradleigh Adamson Heath. So, she already had it made. It wasn’t money for her, though, it was the fact that Bradleigh didn’t care about her secret; in fact, that made him fall more deeply in love with Summer. People in her high school were almost afraid of her and her sickness; they wanted to befriend her but at the same time were too selfish because they were afraid of them being friends one one, then Summer dying the next day.
The truth is, Summer Ellis had a severe heart condition called Ischemic Heart Disease. It was considered fatal and she had been told by the doctor that her prognosis is less than five percent and only up to about the age of 27. Here is Summer Ellis’s story:
Hi, my name is Summer Grayson Ellis-Heath! I recently wed a really cute Duke named Bradleigh. He’s really my only family. I’ve been very distant from my sister ever since my parents died in a car accident 3 years ago. It’s a long story so I’ll just say we’re not close. The Duke and I are about to present our new family member to the world today. The doctor did say that my heart has been doing a lot better. I just might pull through! Anyways, I have to go. I have to go celebrate the best day of my life!
A journalist was talking then interrupted herself “… Look! Here comes the Duke! And his wife!” Everyone bowed and curtsied. “Sandra Dwellington; London Times. And might I say you two look extravagant. I heard you were announcing big news?” Sandra asked as she put the microphone towards Bradleigh’s chin. “Thank you, Sandra. And yes, the wife and I are expecting!”
And that’s when Summer’s life went from existent to a ticking time bomb…
Months and months later, instead of Bradleigh’s people being excited for baby Duke, they were worried for his mother. Summer was fading fast and didn’t have much time left. Nobody, not even Summer, knew how horrible it would have turned out. She had to get an at-home C-Section because if she didn’t get one right then she would have died…
Two weeks later, they introduced Patrick Rosslin Ellis-Heath to the world. Everybody applauded, while Bradleigh looked around in the crowd, proud of what he created. He noticed the eyes and awes of the people as they turned and looked to his left, where his wife was. Summer had collapsed, while holding Patrick. About 15 minutes later, Summer was pronounced dead brought on by cardiac arrest.
Patrick grew up knowing that even though he had never really met his mother, he would always count on seeing her every night before bed, as Bradleigh had written an entire biography on his life with her and had many, many pictures for memory. But Bradleigh’s biggest memory of Summer, was their son, Patrick Rosslin Ellis-Heath.
Starting My FIRST Novel!
Working on a novel called Traveler! I’m already on my 39th page and am about to go write some more!
Traveler is about mentally ill patients with psychosis, having a struggle with their illness. There’s a very good explanation for that too! These awful demons, known as Travelers because they get inside the mind of a psychosis patient and travel on to the next, and attempt to murder them one by one. It is highly frustrating because the poor patients get blamed for the happenings, after all they ARE crazy, right? So nobody believes them whenever they say it’s something or someone else that has slit their wrists, or pushed them down the stairs, etc. and many patients have already died. So will these new hospitalized patients have a chance of survival? Let us find out…
Guys With Their Shirt Off On Dating Sites (BLOG!)
Okay, so is any other woman or man get disgusted whenever they decide to get on a dating site/app and they see men with their shirts off in their profile pics…or any pics at all? Because I do! It’s unattractive, unpleasant, and just shows that they’re not loyal. Not to mention conceited. The reason I say they’re not loyal is because guys shouldn’t post stuff like that where EVERYONE can see. I mean, if you’re TRULY interested in finding your soulmate then you wouldn’t want to flash your business online where every other person can see. Hello?! Girls don’t like that! How would you men like it if a girl posted a profile pic of her in a bikini, or a bra and panties? And don’t tell me that it’s different! It’s the same damn thing! It just comes to show that he obviously wants every girl to look at him. I mean, why else would he do it? Yeah, you have abs. That’s cool, man. But anyone can have abs. It’s nothing special. So, guys…if you want a true woman, please keep that shirt on. You just look like a gangbanger, if not, a drug addict, or a wife beater. Ya know? Is that JUST me? Or not? Leave your opinions in the comments. I won’t get offended. I just want to hear your thoughts on this. And I want to know why so many guys do this!
Love,
Kari
Lucy In The Sky
“I’ll never forget you, Lucy.” “But you already have. My final breath could be any minute now. And you act like everything is alright. Well guess what, Arlen? Nothing is okay anymore!” “Because you’ve given me no choice, Lucy. You’re dying right in front on me. Don’t you think I’d do something about it if I could? You’re the love of my life and I don’t want to lose you. And don’t you ever forget that!” And that was the moment where time stood still; where everything that once was, wasn’t anymore. No longer did the earth have room for one more dying patient. Lucy was gone.
DECEMBER ’18
Lucy Noel, 21, aspired to be many things. One thing she aspired most was to be a stay-at-home mom with a loving husband. Lucy did not know what was to become of her life. Not only was she not prepared, but she wasn’t capable of handling the truth well. But she had to world connected to her fingertips. Not a single thing was to get in the way of what she desired.
She figured since she was 21 and not getting any younger, she’d start dating, nothing serious though. For now.
After 5 days of looking, all Lucy found were your typical young men saying they love her already, or asking for nudes, etc. But Lucy wanted something more. She wanted an actual man.
On her birthday, December 15th, Lucy blew out her candles. The wish she made that day was to find a loyal,hard working, faithful, attractive man. Little did she know what was ahead of her that day.
By the 20th, Lucy met Arlen James. He seemed to have his shit together. They spent Christmas together and New Year’s. But something had to interfere that next year…
JANUARY ’19
Lucy was going for her morning run when she suddenly collapsed. A few strangers on the street found her, called 911, and the ambulance came, picked Lucy up. then drove her to the hospital. Lucy was breathing and had a pulse, but was still unconscious. By the time they had given her a CT scan, they found an abnormality.
The ER doctor came in and that’s when Lucy’s life paused. “Lucy Noel, my name is Dr. Rick. “Can I go home yet?” Lucy begged. “I’m afraid that’s not possible…Lucy, we found a mass in your chest wall.” Doctor Rick tried to remain calm while telling Lucy the news.
“A mass…like…a tumor?” Lucy asked. “Yes, but there’s no need to be alarmed. This is either malignant or benign. If it is malignant, you will go through several treatments and we will do our best to help you. I’m going to admit you on the floor, I will give you the number to the best oncologist we have here. His name is Dr. Gettysburg. He’s an amazing doctor, I promise.
“Lucy?” Asked Arlen as he knocked on the door and opened it. “Baby. Oh my God. Are you okay?” Lucy didn’t say anything. She just looked at Arlen. Tears gently falling from her face. When Arlen moved in for a hug, Lucy lost control and started bawling. “It’s going to be okay, honey. We can figure this out. If it truly is cancer, you can fight it. I believe in you. I love you so much.”
“It’s stage 2, and it’s in your lungs,” said Dr. Gettysburg. “So, it is active. Okay, what do we do now?” Said Arlen. “We fight this thing. I’ll start you off with a few rounds of chemotherapy and we’ll do a PET scan to see if there’s any signs of cancer anywhere else in your body,” said Dr. Gettysburg. “PET scan. What is that?” Asked Lucy. “Well, Lucy. We’re basically just going to inject radioactive dye in your veins and scan your entire body. It takes about an hour for the dye to kick in, then another hour for the scan. If you have any further questions, please don’t hesitate to call me,” said Dr. Gettysburg. “Thank you doctor,” Arlen smiled as he shook his hand.
As the days passed, Lucy got sicker. Before she was diagnosed, along with the rest of her wildest dreams, Lucy always wanted to visit the beach. Any beach. As long as she could dip her toes in the ocean, maybe splash around and ride the waves. Arlen kept that in mind, even after Lucy got sick. And he made a solemn vow to himself that he would fulfill all of Lucy’s wishes before she passed. So they took a trip to Destin, Florida, and Lucy had suddenly forgot that she was dying. All of her cares suddenly went away. She got to swim in the ocean, go parasailing, and stay in a beautiful two story beach house. That same night, under the sunset, Lucy discovered Arlen for the first time. This was actually her first time ever. She was complete. No words were necessary at this point in time.
On their last night in Florida, Arlen and Lucy went to a nice seafood restaurant by the boardwalk. That was Lucy’s most magical night in her life. They finished their first dish when Arlen said, “Lucy Noel. I know we probably don’t have much time left so I’m going to make your last moments on earth shine. I will make damn sure you leave a sparkle everywhere you go. But first, my main reason I took you out is,” Arlen got down on one knee; Lucy’s jaw widened and became speechless, “Lucy Noel, will you spend your last days on earth with me. Being my wife?” Lucy cried out as loud as she could, “yes!”
For dessert, Arlen had a chocolate satin pie. Lucy didn’t want anything. But when Arlen took a bite of his pie, Lucy looked intrigued. “Want some?” Arlen laughed. “No, no. I was just wondering how you could eat that much chocolate. Isn’t it rich?” Lucy asked. “Rich indeed,” said Arlen, “want some?” “No!” Lucy laughed. “Come on, babe. Just a little bite. To celebrate?” “Fine, whatever,” Lucy deadpanned as she took a bite. Once she had that tiny bit of chocolate satin pie, her face lit up. “Not so bad after all?” Arlen laughed. “Arlen…that was the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” said Lucy. “Good! I hope you enjoy every little thing in life, my love.”
That night, they arrived back home, which was in Arlington, Texas. When they got back into their house and finally relaxed and went to bed, about 3:30 in the morning, Lucy awoke; having trouble breathing and gasping for air. Arlen woke up to it and started to call 911. Once he got them on the phone, Lucy started vomiting blood and blood also came out of her nose. Needless to say, blood was everywhere. And she lost so much of it that by the time they got there, she was nearly dead. The doctor sent her up to Intensive Care Unit and intubated her so she could breathe, as well as three blood transfusions. She was on life support at this time.
“Lucy, baby, please don’t do this to me,” said Arlen. “Come back to me. I’m here. Please. Please. This is not your time, Lucy. You still have more time with me, and more things to do before you go.” “Sir,” the nurse came in, “visiting hours are over. If you’d like to stay, there’s a room on the second floor where visitors can sleep. But it is very limited so you might want to get in there as soon as you can, before all of the beds are taken.” “Thank you, nurse Kylie. I will do that. Please take care of my fiancé. “Will do, Arlen. Now go get some rest. You’ve clearly had a long night.
The room smelt like dead skin. You’d think it’d be more hospitality-like, after all it is a hospital. But the paint was chipping off the walls, the beds looked like they were from a psych facility. But Arlen didn’t have any reason to complain. He had a free room for the night and he got to get some sleep; though he didn’t sleep much. He was too worried about Lucy and whether she was going to make it through the night.
Two days later, Lucy Noel woke up. Right next to her side was Arlen. “Lucy, I was so worried. Listen…Lucy. I don’t think I can do this. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to tell you, but-” “what?” Lucy interrupted. “You’re my queen, you know that.” “Then why are you leaving me, Arlen? I thought you were always going to be there for me. I love you,” cried Lucy. “Exactly! I love you too. That’s why I can’t watch you die. I can’t just sit there helplessly while you slowly fade away. That’s not me and I’m not going to do it. I will always love and care about you no matter what. Don’t you ever forget it.” “But, Arlen…you fucking proposed. You promised life with me!” Yelled Lucy. “Yes, I promised my life with you. But I never promised death. Do you see where I’m coming from? It’s hard watching you go,” said Arlen. “I can’t live without you, though. And most importantly, I can’t die without you. I need you by my side, Arlen.” “Wrong. You need someone by your side. But that can’t be me. You need someone who can deal; who can grieve, without reaching their breaking point. I thought I could handle this. But I can’t. I’m so sorry, Lucy. You’ll always be in my heart, and in my thoughts. I just can’t watch you waste away. You must understand,” said Arlen. “I understand,” Lucy spoke quietly while handing back her ring and holding back her tears. “I love you, Arlen.” “I love you too, Lucy. I have to go. But I wish you the best and I hope life gets better for you. I really do.” Arlen kissed Lucy’s hand then left the hospital. Lucy lost it. She held her head in her hands and broke down right then and there. As soon as a nurse heard her wailing, she walked into her room. “Ms. Noel, are you alright?” Asked the nurse. “He left. He left me…he left!” The nurse held Lucy in her arms while she bawled like a baby.
After she was discharged from the hospital, her mom had called and wanted her to come visit. “Why, mom? I’m tired, sick, and just got out of the hospital,” said Lucy. “Just swing by, baby girl. Please. I have a surprise for you!” Lucy hated surprises, and her mother knew that about her. But Lucy went ahead, after all, it was obviously always all about her selfish mother. As she arrived, Lucy noticed many cars surrounding her parents’ house. “Oh, God. What the hell did she do!” Lucy thought to herself. As she came in through the back courtyard, nearly all of her old high school friends were there. But most actually weren’t her friends. Most she despised. She got bullied almost every day in school, and most of these people were her bullies. Lucy did not appreciate this at all. “Hey, Lucy!” “Hi, Lucy!” “What’s going on, Lucy?” Lucy tried to escape into the house as quick as she could. But she couldn’t stop avoiding everyone and their mom asking how she was doing and telling her they miss her. Lucy was well ready to do herself in at this point. As she finally got inside, her mom came up to her. “Oh, Lucy. I missed you so mu-” “Mom!” Lucy interrupted. “What the actual fuck! Do you realize who these people actually are? And do you realize that I literally just got out of the hospital? Oh and another thing, I am sick! To death! Literally! Have you no sympathy!” The entire time, her mom was trying to calm her down. Then she said her sorry and moved in for a hug. “Don’t you dare touch me! After all you’ve done? I, of course, accept your apology. But that does not change what you did. All of these ‘friends’ you invited? They’re just sympathy friends. I haven’t heard from them since high school. And when I did, our conversations weren’t pleasant and forgiveable. They never even apologized! So why the hell would they want to be friends now? Haven’t you figured it out yet? They are fake! They only like me now because they pity me. They feel sorry for me. But I will not put up with it!” Lucy yelled, infuriated. “Okay, Lucy. I understand. But before you go, please eat something. The doctor at the hospital said you barely ate anything those five days. “Well, a homecooked meal does sound delightful. And I am starving. And don’t feel nauseous for once in a long time. What did you cook?” Lucy suddenly changed her spirits. “Well, I made something healthy, which nobody likes, it appears. I made turkey burgers with flatbread and avocadoes. With sweet potato fries!” Said her mother, happily, because she knew Lucy loved when she made that very meal. “Ooh, you know me, yes you do!” “Dig in,” her mother laughed. Lucy set her table down and started to nibble on her sweet potato fries. Sure enough, an old bully named Dawson came up to her and starting laughing in her face. “Lucy…oh, Lucy,” Dawson laughed. “You may have everyone from our shit high school feeling bad for you, but I don’t,” said Dawson. “Good, Dawson. Thank you. That’s what I want from everyone,” Lucy said. “Oh my God, Lucy! I can see right through your fake ass! You may be fooling everyone else, but you’re not fooling me!” Dawson laughed. “What are you talking about?” Lucy asked. “You don’t cancer! Yes, you’re sick. But it’s not cancer. You’re anorexic! And you’re stealing all this attention from people who really are dying! You’ve always been an attention whore,” said Dawson. “Oh really? That’s funny. Because I can prove it!” As Lucy started to lift up her shirt to show Dawson her tube in her chest, another bully from school stopped her. Her name was Maliny. “Stop, Lucy. I have heard and seen enough! You don’t need to prove anything to this bastard!” Yelled Maliny. Let’s go talk. I have got a lot to say…starting with sorry.
Lucy picked up her cat, Maisy, and Maliny looked at her in awe. “Aww what’s her name?” Asked Maliny. “Maisy Lynne,” said Lucy. “Oh my God, she is adorable… Can I hold her?” Asked Maliny. “Oh definitely. Maisy Lynne could always use more fans!” Maisy Lynne Noel was a black cat witj a brown tint to her. She was unusually fluffy, especially for a black cat who wasn’t even Persian. She was the most beautiful thing you’d ever lay eyes on!
All of a sudden, Lucy’s memory flashes and races through the entire night until 5:37 a.m. She wakes up in a daze, clammy and feeling numb yet out of breath. Her breath starts to get shallower as she notices she was back in Arlen’s bed and completely forgot about what happened or why she ended up there. Was this a dream? She wondered. When Arlen got back into the room he announced he had made her breakfast. “Arlen?” Lucy smiled. “Yeah, honey. It’s me. Are you feeling alright?” Asked Arlen. “Yes…no…I don’t know. Arlen, did you leave me? Or was I just dreaming? What happened last night? Oh my God…” Lucy was freaking out on the count of she clearly had no idea what the hell was going on. “Lucy. You don’t remember?” Arlen asked. “I just don’t remember what happened last night. The rest I do…maybe…should I remember? You did leave me, correct?” Lucy asked Arlen. “Yes, Lucy. I did leave you. But since you don’t remember what happened last night, I will tell you… I went to your mom’s because I was considering taking you back. I figured that me leaving you would just cause more stress on you. So once i got there, all hell broke loose. Apparently, the Dawson guy started a riot and burned down the house. Your mom’s house. With you in it. Luckily I was there. Since nobody else cared. I called you to see where you were. I saw a random man running for his life out of the house. I asked him if he knew where you were. He had told me you were upstairs in your room. I went upstairs to get you and you were unconscious from all the smoke. So I brought you to my house and when you awoke, we talked. I’m so sorry I left you, Lucy. I only did because I thought it’d be best. For the both of us. Turns out I’m worse without you. Especially because every damn second of my life I’m thinking about whether you’re still alive or not. Or in the hospital. Or even just missing me. Because, baby, I miss you so much. I should’ve never broke your heart. You are the most incredible miracle that has ever happened to me. If you could just reconsider…” Said Arlen. “Baby…why would you think that way? Of course I’ll take you back. And…reconsider what? I’ve never doubted you. I love you so much!” Lucy exclaimed. “I love you, Lucy Noel. Now, I have your ring. Will you please take back the engagement?” Asked Arlen. “Of course, baby.” Lucy said, as Arlen put back the ring on her finger. “Okay, Lucy. As long as we’re together, we have to make a pact: live together love together. Do together, die together.” Said Arlen. “What?! Arlen are you fucking insane?! I know what this whole ‘pact’ is about. We may live together, we may love together, we may do together, but we will NOT die together. I forbid it! You need to live! As long as you can!” Yelled Lucy. “So do you, Lucy Noel!” Arlen yelled back. “Well you know what? That might not happen! But you will not die for me!” Yelled Lucy. “I’m not dying for you, Lucy. I’m dying with you. It’s only fair,” said Arlen. “Arlen, it’s only fair that you live on. Your life is more inportant than you think. And I know that mine is too. That’s why I am spending it with the ones I love. And if I so end up going soon, I will go knowing that I was so loved and honored that my lover wanted a life in Heaven with me. That right there is already more than I need. I love you,” said Lucy. “I love you too,” smiled Arlen, tears rushing down his cheek.
“What do you think? Blue and white? Lavender and white? Or black and white?” Lucy asked, while picking out wedding colors. “Lucy…why white? I like the idea, but a white wedding just sounds too clichè. Ooh, I have an idea!” Arlen snapped his fingers. “Yeah?…let’s hear it,” Lucy sighed, suddenly losing interest in wedding planning. “Pink and black!” Arlen exclaimed. “But, Arlen. You don’t understand! I’m wanting white for a reason…” Arlen stared blankly and said, “okay? Pray tell.” “White is the lung cancer awareness color!” Lucy yelled. “Oh, right. I’m sorry, how could I forget? Okay. How about emerald green and white?” Arlen asked. “Beautiful, babe! Absolutely gorgeous!”
Two days later, Arlen comes home looking for Lucy. He searches all around the house until he hears sniffling in the bathroom. He rushes to the bathroom immediately, opens the bathroom door and finds Lucy on the bathroom floor, covered in blood. Lucy was holding her mouth. When she noticed Arlen, she quickly covered her face and put her head between her knees. “Lucy, baby. Don’t be embarrassed. This is us. We’re getting married! No secrets, okay?” Asked Arlen. “I can’t. You don’t understand,” said Lucy. “Well tell me, Lucy. Don’t leave me hanging. I’m a listener. You know that,” said Arlen, rubbing Lucy’s arm. Lucy quickly pulls away and said, “You’re a coward.” “Excuse me?” Arlen said. “Arlen, I love you. But you’re a coward and you know that!” Exclaimed Lucy. “How am I am coward, Lucy? I don’t get it!” Yelled Arlen, suddenly frustrated. “You are a coward because you just up and left. And you left because you didn’t want that worry on your shoulders. So how am I supposed to trust that you’ll stay with me forever?” Asked Lucy. “Lucy, I made a promise. We made a pact. Do you honestly think I’m going to give that up? That is the most important pact I’ve made with anyone. You are my life now. What you’re going through, your sickness… I’m a part of it now. We’re a team. A lifelong commitment was made because even though you are on death’s door, I am in love with you. And because I’m in love with you, I am willing to do whatever it takes to keep you alive. To take you to doctor visits, to chemotherapy treatments, to hospitals, wherever I need to take you for your health and for your well being. I am now not only your future husband, but also your caregiver. I’m ready and willing. I love you…don’t you ever doubt me again!” At this point Arlen was infuriated. Not with Lucy, just at the fact he was mistaken for a fool. “Okay, I apologize, Arlen. It’s just-” “What?!” Arlen interrupted. “It’s just what?! The fact that you’re now doubting me for sticking around? That you think I’m that Goddamn selfish that I would even think about leaving you under horrific circumstances. And don’t you dare fucking apologize. Now that we both know what you really were implying, and the feelings you had toward this whole thing…own that shit, Lucy! You know better. You know, you’re not the same person you used to be. I would blame it on the cancer, but how would that explain anything?” Said Arlen, now pissed. “So what you’re saying is you do want to leave me…” Said Lucy, very quietly. “No! Lucy! That’s not what I’m saying at all! How the hell could you even think that? This whole argument has been about the fact that I love you and I never, ever…never will…leave you. I love you, idiot!” Arlen cried. “I love you so much! Please believe in me. Trust me. Please. You are my now. You are my upcoming. You are my forever. I’d hate to say, but even if you go tomorrow…or next Monday…I will still stay with you. Throughout it all. You may not have my lifespan, I may not have your lifespan. But I can promise you, I’ve never lived more than I’ve lived with you,” said Arlen, suddenly emotional and starting to cry. “Oh, Arlen. I love you so much. Now can you please help me up?” Laughed Lucy. “Of course,” laughed Arlen, “darling, there is blood everywhere! Where did all this blood come from?” Arlen said as he picked her up off the floor. “My nose,” Lucy laughed. Arlen looked at Lucy and they both busted out laughing. “Your nose.” Arlen laughed but deadpanned. “Yes. Shut up! Let’s go to bed.” Lucy said. “Yeah. Bed. At 6:15 in the evening,” Arlen started cracking up again. “Come on, Arlen. I’m sick remember?” Lucy begged. “Yeah, okay. That’s such a lame excuse!” Arlen laughed. Lucy started false coughing. Arlen pushed her down on the bed with one arm and said, “just go to bed, sicky.” Laughed, turned the lights out, and left the room.
At 2 p.m., Lucy got a call from the doctor. “Hello?” Lucy asked. “Hello, this is Karla Ghates at Titus Hospital. Is this Lucy Noel I am speaking with?” She asked. “Yes, this is she.” Lucy said. All she could think of was great. More bad news. “Lucy, we need you to come to Titus right away. It’s urgent.” Said Karla. “Okay,” sighed Lucy, “I’ll get my fiancèe and we’ll get out of here as soon as possible.” “Great, thanks, Lucy!”
While waiting in a hospital room on the oncology unit, Lucy couldn’t think of what could be worse than cancer. She tried to think happy thoughts but somehow, in the back of her mind, she knew it was bad. It could have just been because of what Karla Ghates had said. Then the doctor came in. “Lucy, I don’t know how to explain this in the easiest way… I’ve got some bad news…” said Dr. Gettysburg. “What is it? What could be worse?” Lucy started to cry, as Arlen held her hand and held her close to him. “Yes, doctor,” said Arlen, “what could be worse?” “Well, the results from your first PET scan came back. I’m sorry, Lucy…the cancer is spreading throughout your body.” “No…no…” Lucy cried. Then everything turned to silence. Complete silence. It was like the world just stopped revolving. Lucy’s tears turned to glass; as they fell on the linoleum hospital floor, they shattered and made a loud noise everytime they hit the floor. Lucy’s eyes were pools of hope yet darkness. She knew she wouldn’t win this fight. She knew that it was time to give up. Her life was over and there was nothing she could do about it except for wait until her final breath. For her final heartbeat.
By the time September 17th came around, Lucy was so weak that she couldn’t even get out of bed. But it was Arlen’s 25th birthday. Lucy did not want to miss what could be her last birthday with Arlen. “Don’t even think about getting out of bed today, babe. You need your rest. It’s important,” begged Arlen. “God, Arlen! You’re starting to sound like my mother! I can get out if I want to. And I need to. This may be your last birthday that I’m alive. We have to take pictures…we…I…I have to see you open presents. I got you a present for God sake!” Lucy started panicking. “Shh, Lucy. It’s okay. We will bring the party here. To our room. I’m sure everybody will understand.” Assured Arlen.
Sure enough, the birthday party was thrown in Lucy and Arlen’s room. Everyone watched him open gifts. When he got to Lucy’s, his jaw hit the floor. It was a letter, called Forget me not. The letter read:
I just want you to know that, no matter what, we’ll always be together in spirit. You are, were, and will always be with me in Heaven. And I’ll save a spot for you, I promise. Please don’t do anything stupid after I die which will make God turn the other way on your life. Because I want you with me, forever. Please never forget me as long as you live. I want you to move on. I want you to find a beautiful woman on the inside and out, with perfect health and that loves you unconditionally. You deserve only the best. Sometimes I dont even remember that my days are almost over. Because every waking moment I spend with you, I am alive. I am living. I’ve never felt so alive with anyone else. I wish we could have been together under better circumstances, but unfortunately this is where it ends. I love you, Arlen James. And I hope to live at least long enough to become Mrs. Arlen James. I’ve always wanted to be married, just never had anyone to marry. Now that I’ve found you, my life is complete. And I’m not afraid of dying anymore, because I’ve finally found my reason to live. So I accept that my life is over. It’s my time. And I know you respect that. I hope you have the birthday of a lifetime. And I’m going to spend your birthday with you, I promise. Happy 25th birthday, Arlen. I love you more than words can say.
That night, after sinking in everything Lucy had said into his brain, Arlen decided he couldn’t wait any longer. The date of doom was coming faster than he expected. He needed to marry Lucy now. This was her dying wish. And he didn’t want her to die single. And he didn’t want her to leave this world without him being an official part of her.
“Lucy, I’ve been thinking…” “Uh oh, that’s a scary thought!” Lucy laughed. “No, seriously…” Arlen said while they were in bed, reaching over to her to touch her. “Okay, what is it Arlen?” Lucy asked, massaging his neck. “We need to get married. And I don’t mean in six months. I mean now,” said Arlen. “Oh! Arlen, that is amazing news! Oh my God. I love you!” Exclaimed Lucy as she gave Arlen a mesmeric, velcro kiss. “I love you too,” said Arlen.
September 27, 2019
The day had finally come where Lucy Noel and Arlen James were joined together in Holy matrimony. This was the day Lucy had waited 22 years for. It was finally happening! The ceremony decorations were beautifully decorated. It was just like a royal wedding. Everybody was dressed in prince and princess apparel, there were ribbons and bows everywhere. There was even a royal horse and coach awaiting for their arrival. Lucy was wearing a beautiful emerald green corset gown lined down with white bows, flowing like a deep green river. When the ceremony started, so did their wedding song Love Story by Taylor Swift. Waiting at the altar was Arlen Tanner James, in an emerald green tuxedo and white bowtie, along with Arlen’s best man; Gharret James, his brother. Walking down the aisle first was Jamie James, the flower girl and Arlen’s niece. Next were the bridesmaids. Nicole Duncan; Lucy’s friend, Rylee Kinsley; another friend of Lucy’s, and Brishney James; Arlen’s sister-in-law. Next was Lucy’s Maid of Honor, Kalia Rheese Noel, Lucy’s mother. Finally, Lucy’s father, Justyn Noel, enters the end of the aisle. Suddenly everyone stands up, looks back, and admires the beauty of the bride, Luciana Kalia Noel, walk down the aisle with Justyn giving her away. The ceremony was beautiful. They both exchanged their vows.
Arlen’s vows: “Luciana Kalia Noel, you are my everything. I promise to keep you safe, make sure your health is as good as it can be, make sure that you stay away from diet soda,” then paused for an audience of laughter. “And when you transition out if this world, I will promise to leave a mark for you. You will always be in my heart. I want you for now, from then, and forevermore. I never thought I’d be so moved by someone until I met you. You give me life, you give me love, you give me laughter, and most importantly, you give me you. That’s all I need and all I’ll ever need. I love you, Lucy.”
Lucy’s Vows: “Arlen Tanner James, from the moment I first laid eyes on you, to this moment right here, and from this moment on, you were, you are, and will always be a part of me. My love, my life, my everything.” I love the fact that when I’m with you, I don’t feel like the world is changing; I don’t feel like I’m about to be buried six feet under the stars. No, instead I feel like the world has stopped revolving – like time has suddenly froze over – or perhaps, you’ve simply stopped my heart, but have kept me alive this whole time. I know this makes all the sense in the world to you because it makes all the sense in the world to me, and we’re always on the same page. I love you, Arlen. And I promise to always be there by your side, as I know you always will. You are irreplaceable.”
After exchanging their vows, The pastor had officially pronounced them husband and wife. Then the obvious kiss to seal the deal. This was it. She was officially Luciana Kalia Noel-James, or as she would prefer, Lucy James.
OCTOBER ’19
“I love you, Luciana James. God, that never gets old,” Arlen laughed, as did Lucy. “I love you too, my wonderful husband,” said Lucy. They exchanged their love for the very first time being married. Once Arlen touched her neck, he moved on down to her chest. He touched her IVs by accident. “Oh, honey. It’s okay,” said Lucy. “Are you sure?…then can I do something?” Arlen asked. “Yes, of course. Anything.” He took off her wig, showing what damage the chemotherapy had done. “Oh my God!” Yelled Lucy as she jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom, then locked the door. “Lucy! It’s not like I’ve never seen you bald before! Why the drama?! There’s no need!” Arlen yelled, knocking on the bathroom door. “You’ve ruined our night, Arlen. I understand you’ve seen me without hair many times. Every night in fact. But I wanted to, for just one night, to be normal. That including my hair. I wanted the perfect wedding, and I got it. Wanted the perfect honeymoon, got it. But the perfect sex…no! You must understand that I wanted perfect sex!” Cried Lucy. “Why the perfect sex? This wasn’t your first time, Lucy!” Arlen yelled. “Gee, thanks for making me sound like a fucking slut!” Lucy yelled back at Arlen. “The hell is your problem! You really want to do this? You really want to ruin your perfect night? Because you are! And as a matter of fact, this was supposed to be mine too, Lucy! You’re now ruining my perfect night as well!” Arlen yelled. “God, stop being a selfish asshole!” Lucy screamed. “Fuck this! I’m going outside. And we’ll talk about your shit attitude later…”
Arlen was sitting on a bench outside smoking a cigarette. Lucy came out and Arlen immediately saw her and hid his cigarette right away. “Hi, Arlen…” said Lucy. “Hi. Come to apologize?” Arlen asked. Lucy sighed and sat down next to Arlen. “Arlen, what are we doing? Why are we so mad at each other?” Lucy asked. “Well, to be honest, Lucy. You kind of started it,” said Arlen. “Right. I know. The thing is, and I forgot to tell you this…the doctor put me on new meds, in hopes that I could recover. Well, they’re making me pretty…moody,” said Lucy. “Are you kidding, Luciana!? You didn’t tell me this!? Why not!” Arlen yelled at Lucy again. “I’m sorry, but it’s why are you yelling? I was going to tell you, and-” Lucy suddenly stopped, smelling smoke. “Are you smoking…?” Lucy asked Arlen. “No, no. No…I’m not I just smell like it. Some man before me was smoking. I didn’t-” Atlen panicked, being interrupted by Lucy, “You are! You are smoking!” Lucy yelled as she flicked Arlen’s arm, making him drop the cigarette. “Are you fucking kidding me, Arlen!? Are you crazy!? I have lung cancer! Anything about that bother you at all!? I’m dying! And you’re just sitting there, enjoying my arch nemesis! How the hell could you do this to us? And on our wedding night!” Screamed Lucy. “Shh, Lucy. We’re outside! Someone could hear you!” Said Arlen, lowering his voice. “I don’t give a flying! Hey, everyone! My husband just married someone who’s dying! Now he wants to kill himself! What do you think of that, world!? Do you think that’s fair!?” Lucy screamed even louder. “That’s enough, Lucy!” Arlen yelled. “Yeah, Arlen. You’re right. That’s enough. Or at least I’ve had enough. Enough of this. Enough of you…” Arlen followed Lucy as she walked away. “Lucy, please. Please don’t do this to me!” Arlen begged. “How am I supposed to trust you? This is a giant secret! Especially because of the fact you know I’m going to drop dead at any moment!” Said Lucy. “I know, and I’m sorry.” Said Arlen. “And how could you do this to me? Just how? And what if someday you bring smoke into the house? Or it gets on your clothes? You do realize then what would happen right?” Lucy asked. “Yes, and I’m sorry. I’m also sorry I ruined your sex. And I’m mostly sorry about ruining your only honeymoon. I love you, Luciana. And I completely understand if you want to separate,” sighed Arlen. “No, baby. No. I don’t want to leave you. But one more time and I swear to God…” Lucy said. “Never again, babe. I promise. I love you too much to let this break up a beautiful marriage.” “I love you, Arlen.” “I love you too, Lucy.” They kissed in the moonlight, then went inside and had perfect sex.
At a doctor’s appointment, Lucy and Arlen sit waiting in the lobby. There were many patients there, but not many as sick as Lucy. This was just her primary care physician. A patient came up to Lucy and asked for a cigarette. Arlen shook his head and looked away, he knew this was going to get ugly. “Excuse me, but why are you bumming cigarettes from other patients? One, if you can’t afford them, don’t smoke them. Two, aren’t you at all concerned about your health? And three…do you not care about other patient’s health? Like, look around you. People are here because they’re sick. Now they may not be as sick as me, but they’re still sick. And how dare you ask whether I had a cigarette or not without asking why I’m here. I have cancer; lung cancer. Now tell me, do you honestly think I give a flying fuck about cigarettes!? I sincerely hope those sticks make you sick! Maybe then you’ll think twice about bumming sick sticks from people!” Lucy, of course, had to make a scene that day. But she was right, and she stood by her rights. “Oh my gosh, I sincerely apologize. I didn’t know. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” The lady asked. “Look,” said Lucy, “you seem like a nice lady. But I just can’t converse with someone who just asked me for a cigarette and then asking me if I’m okay. I don’t need your sympathy. I’m sorry but you need to go have a seat over there; where you were sitting before.” “I understand,” said the lady. “Thank you,” said Lucy. “Woah! You have cancer? You look so young!” “23. And yes, I do. Please don’t make this a huge topic,” said Lucy. “Oh no. Not at all. My daughter’s best friend died of leukemia when she was 16,” said the woman. “Oh, wow. Leukemia? I’m so sorry!” Said Lucy. “Thank you. It’s been hard.” Then a male patient signed in and saw her. “Wow, you really look sick, miss. Do you know what’s going on?” He asked. “Luciana James?” The nurse called her name. Whew! Saved by the bell.
“Hey, doc. So, tell me some news. Good news, I hope.” Said Lucy. “Luciana, I don’t know how to say this. Your vitals were unstable. We’re going to have to do an ABG on you to check for sepsis.” “Sepsis? But I feel fine,” said Lucy. “We have to check.”
Sure enough, Lucy’s Arteal Blood Gas was very low. She needed to be admitted to the hospital. Her immune system was becoming so low that she couldn’t even be in the outside world if the temperature was under 75 degrees. She wasn’t fading slowly anymore; she was fading fast.
Arlen stepped out of the hospital to get some fresh air. Right then and there, he hit his knees; screamed, then cried, then prayed while crying. “Dear Father, please. Please. Please! I need this from you. I need Lucy’s immune system to rise. I need her to heal… I… I need her to get better. I love her, Lord. And you know that. So please, please. Not just for me but for Lucy. I need her to live at least a little bit longer. In your name I pray, Amen.”
“Lucy,” Arlen said quietly, “I’m going home for the night. You get some rest. I love you. I’ll be back at 8 a.m. when visiting hours open back up.” Arlen kissed Lucy on her forehead and drove home. All night in bed, he couldn’t shut his mind off to sleep. He was devastated, depressed, and had all these other mixed emotions. What if Lucy doesn’t make it through the night? Or what if she goes and I’m not there? He felt so guilty for leaving her there by herself. He was up all night worried.
The next morning, Arlen rushed to the ICU, only to find Lucy gone and her bed made.
“Nurse Nala! What the hell! Where is my Lucy? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” Arlen yelled. “Arlen,” nurse Nala touched his shoulder, “Luciana isn’t gone. We moved her down to the floor.” “Oh my God! Really? Oh my God! That means…she is doing better?” Arlen asked excitedly. “A lot better. You can go see her. Her room number is 403,” Nala smiled. “Thank you so much, Nala. I mean it. I just want to give this entire hospital a huge hug.” Nala smiled back at Arlen, gave him a hug, and said, “Just go see your wife.”
“Luciana, my beauty! You’re okay! Oh my God, I didn’t sleep all night because I was worried about you. Oh, baby, I love you so much!” Arlen said as he gave Lucy a hug and kissed her forehead. “Arlen. You’re so amazing for staying here with me. I mean, you actually slept here last night. I love you so much, baby.” “Of course. How are you feeling?” Arlen asked. “Well…I’m alive,” laughed Lucy. “You sure are, my love. You’re such a brave woman. Makes me so honored to call you my wife.” There was a knock on the door. “Good morning, Luciana. And you must be Arlen. My name is Dr. Kendra Franklin. But you can just call me Dr. Franklin,” she said as she shook his hand. “How are you feeling this morning, Luciana?” Asked Dr. Franklin. “I’m good. A little sleepy. But good.” Said Lucy. “Well is there anything I can get you?” Asked Dr. Franklin. “Maybe some Jello? Please?” Asked Lucy. “Of course. Nice meeting you, Arlen.” Said Dr. Franklin. “You too. Thanks for taking good care of my wife,” he smiled as Dr. Franklin smiled back and shut the door.
“So how long are they going to keep you?” Arlen asked. “I think, or I hope, I go home tomorrow,” said Lucy. “Not today?” Arlen asked, puckering up his lower lip. “No,” Lucy laughed, “don’t do that. I’m fine now, I just have to wait until I’m ready to go home.” “What did they say? What about the cancer? Is it better? Worse? Oh God, please don’t tell me it’s worse!” Said Arlen. “Calm down, baby. I got a chest CT Scan this morning and im still waiting on results. That’s actually why I’m waiting to go home.” Said Lucy. “Ugh. All of this damn radiation is not good for you, Lucy.” Said Arlen. “I know this, Arlen. But whether either of us like it or not, this is what we will be dealing with for awhile. Maybe a long time. Maybe for the rest of my life…Arlen, you have to understand that I’m not going to live much longer. I don’t want to face it either, but it’s something we both have to face,” explained Lucy. “Stop!” Arlen yelled. “Just stop! Luciana Kalia Noel-James, you fucking listen to me!…Stop with the negativity! I married you because you’re the most positive person I know. You were diagnosed with lung cancer but you’re still fighting. You’re brave, you’re beautiful, and you’re a fighter. Don’t stop now, please. Please. I know you’re better than this,” said Arlen. “Arlen, I’m not trying to be pessimistic. I’m being realistic. I love you, Arlen James. You are my reason for fighting. If it weren’t for you, I would have died already because I would’ve given up. You showed me what living is for. You showed me that I have so much to live for. But we have to come to a conclusion; I’m not going to live as long as you expected. And if I knew you wouldn’t have stuck with that conclusion, I wouldn’t have been so sure to marry you.” Said Lucy. “No, no. Baby, you’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t marry you because I thought you’d live as long as me, nor did I marry you because you’re sick. I married you because…well I don’t even feel I should have to say. You know why. I said it in our vows. Let’s…just not fight right now. You’re in the hospital, waiting to see if your cancer is worse for God’s sake. We need to be calm and patient. I love you, Lucy.” Smiled Arlen. “You’re right. I love you too.” Lucy smiled back.
The doctor came in and said, “Luciana James?” “Yes?” Lucy replied. “We tried to control it all we could, but it just was too damn stubborn. I’m sorry.” Said the doctor. “So, wait, is she dying? When?” Arlen chimed in. “Unfortunately not very long. Maybe a week. And that’s me being positive. They both hugged each other tight and cried. Arlen kisses Lucy on the forehead and said, “forever, Lucy. I promised you forever, so forever is what you’ll get.”
The morning after Lucy was discharged from the hospital, Lucy was sleeping and Arlen had made her breakfast. He came into the bedroom and said, “Luciana! I made you breakfast, sweet darling. Time to wake up!” Arlen shook her gently and she wasn’t moving. “Lucy!” Then he shook her vigorously. “Lucy!” She wasn’t waking up. “Lucy, Goddamnit! Wake up! Lucy, please! Oh my God! No! You can’t be dead, you can’t be dead!” Arlen cried and screamed. He checked her pulse and it was inactive. He checked her breathing and it was stopped. He checked both about three times, hoping she’d wake. He finally called 911 and they immediately put her in the ambulance and got her breathing again. They admitted her to Intensive Care Unit right away. She wasn’t on a ventilator but she was close; she was merely alive. “Arlen?” Lucy whispered with a frog in her throat. “I’m right here, baby. I’m right here. “Did I die?” Lucy asked. “For a minute, but you’re fine now. Lucy, I have faith. You’re going to live. I mean don’t you think if it was your time the God would have taken you? This isn’t it, baby! This isn’t it,” said Arlen. “Arlen, honey, you heard the doctor. One week at the most. And I’m fading. This is the end,” said Lucy. “No, Lucy! You’re wrong! How could you even think like that! Are you insane? We’re talking about your life here. Not a broken fucking toy! I need you to live.” Said Arlen. “I wish I could, Arlen. I’m weak…I can’t go on living this way.” Right after, the doctor came in. “Luciana, you can’t take much longer. Your body is giving out and your immune system is getting weaker. I’m sorry but you won’t be leaving this hospital. You’re dying. Unfortunately you have to accept that.” “Thank you for all that you’ve done, Doctor,” said Lucy. “Yep,” he said as he left. Arlen looked at Lucy with the this is really it face. How idiotic was he to try and save Lucy? Especially when he wasn’t living in her body. How could be be so selfish?
“I’ll never forget you, Lucy.” “But you already have. My final breath could be any minute now. And you act like everything is alright. Well guess what, Arlen? Nothing is okay anymore!” “Because you’ve given me no choice, Lucy. You’re dying right in front on me. Don’t you think I’d do something about it if I could? You’re the love of my life and I don’t want to lose you. And don’t you ever forget that!” And that was the moment where time stood still; where everything that once was, wasn’t anymore. No longer did the earth have room for one more dying patient. Lucy was gone.
That night he attempted suicide by overdosing on Lucy’s painkillers. I’m coming for you, baby. Together we can live happily in Heaven. It didn’t work though. Obviously God had bigger plans for Arlen. Arlen woke up in the Emergency room. They had pumped his stomach and released him about 7 hours later.
Two years after Lucy’s death, Arlen decided to write a novel about Lucy. He still hadn’t moved on, but he wasn’t such a mess anymore. He had learned to deal with the fact that life is unexpected. But expecting the unexpected would have been accurate two years ago. If only Arlen had known. His novel was called Lucy In The Sky. He wasn’t at all thinking about the meaning behind the Beatles song Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, or LSD. He made sure he kept tabs on every memory and then close to his heart.
Read MoreLost And Alone
Gina Andrea was your average teenage girl. 15 and spiraling out of control. Influenced by a few friends, Gina ended up pregnant at 15. I will continue the story, but first I must tell the whole story…
Gina Andrea, 15, was a stunning young teenage girl. Not average in any way, shape or form. She was unique to the toe. She had long flowing golden hair, grey eyes, and a body that could kill. Gina was one blessed girl. On top of that, she was an ex debutante. But that being said…her parents were highly strict and disciplined.
On Gina’s first day of school, she wore a white button up shirt with khaki shorts, long songs to the knees, and black clogs. “Ready, Gina?” Kahlua Andrea, Gina’s mother, asked. “Yeah, I think so. Is the bus here?” Gina yelled to Kahlua as she was tying her clog. “Yes, honey. Now go! Go! Have a good day at school. Behave!” Declared Kahlua. “Yes, mom.”
First hour was a drag. Gina didn’t get any of the math problems on the board, neither was she paying much attention. The boy in front if her was a sophomore named Blevin. The most gorgeous guy she’d ever seen. She stared… and stared… then stared some more, until… “Gina!” The teacher, Mrs. Celia Duhoggany, called her name. “Yes, mrs. Duhoggany?” “Answer these five problems on the board, please.” “Yes, ma’am.”
Sitting in the cafeteria, a few girls came up to her – Analynne Desmo, Kira Woodley and the biggest bitch of all, Jeska James. “Hey, new girl,” smiled Jeska, “the girls and I just wanted to say a warm welcome. After all, it is our job.” “Oh, hey. Who are you guys?” Gina asked politely. “Um, excuse me? Who are we? We are only the hottest clique in school. Any girl would desire to be us. And you should be asking yourself that question! You’re obviously nothing but scum! Just look at the way you’re dressed! And what a shame it would be to – oops!” Jeska laughed at she slowly drenched Gina’s outfit in chocolate milkshake. “Too many calories for me. Not for you though, clearly.” Jeska and the girls laughed and walked away.
Gina bursted into tears. Luckily, a boy came to her rescue; Blevin Bealls. “Hey, are you okay?” Blevin asked. “I wish I could say I was.” Said Gina. “How about we go change? Do you have any clean clothes?” Asked Blevin. “Well, I do have my gym clothes,” said Gina. “Perfect! I’ll follow you to your locker!”
When Gina and Blevin arrived to Gina’s gym locker, she politely asked Blevin, “hey. Um, do you think you can turn around or something?” “Sure,” Blevin responded. “Thank you,” said Gina as Blevin turned around.
About 3 seconds later, Blevin turned around. Her top and bra were off.
“Nice tits”, said Blevin. “What the hell, Blevin! I’m trying to get dressed! I told you to turn around!” Yelled Gina. “Relax, babe.” Blevin started kissing her. That kiss lead to making out. Making out lead to touching. Soon enough, Blevin had started taking her pants off. Gina tried taking his hands off her button and said quietly, “hey. Hey, I’m not too comfortable with this.” Blevin started to unzip her pants. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s your first time, you’re nervous. Just go with it.” Blevin said. She tried to get back up but Blevin pushed her down, so hard that she hit her head. “Blevin! I’m not going to-you can’t-I won’t.” Blevin started having his way with her. Unfortunately, no condoms were involved. “No! I don’t want to…no!” Gina kept yelling, but Blevin covered her mouth and pushed her down harder, then said, “if you don’t stop yelling, I’ll stop it for you!” Gina stopped yelling and did what she was told. Once it was over, Blevin made Gina promise not to tell a soul.
The next day, Gina went inside the classroom and everybody turned around and stared. Gina wondered what was so intriguing. Little did she know, Blevin had told everyone that she tried to seduce him. And he wanted nothing to do with it. Jeska came up to her and said, “you little fucking slut. Trying to seduce my boyfriend. Who the hell do you think you are? Ha! He would never touch your stanky ass!”
Gina ran home crying. She couldn’t take anymore if it.
Nine weeks later, Gina was at the doctor with her mom. She was feeling the ill that she just couldn’t describe to anyone. But at home, she looked up pregnancy symptoms and had noticed she had a lot for the first trimester, so Gina was pretty twiddle thumbs nervous. Sure enough, after all the testing, the doctor comes in and tells her she’s pregnant. Her mother would have fainted but luckily she was sitting down in a chair.
At home, Gina’s mother asked who it was. She was beyond livid. Gina tried telling her that it was rape. She did not believe Gina. In fact, nobody did. She tried telling her father and they both decided to kick Gina out, for being a lying slut. Gina had nowhere to go. Everyone looked down on her. She actually had to live under a bridge for about two days. Luckily, a girl from her school found her. “Hey, are you alright?” She asked. “Obviously not,” said Gina. “Well I sit next to you in bio. You probably don’t know who I am. But my name is Lucky. I’ve seen your struggles. I’ve seen what that Jeska bitch has done, and the games she and Blevin play. I’m sorry. And I’m here to help you out.” Gina couldn’t believe it. Lucky was like her guardian angel. What this another game? “I’m pregnant. But I was raped,” Gina told her. “I know. And I know Blevin did it.” Said Lucky. “How?” Gina asked. “Because he’s taped about 15% of the girls in this school; including me. I’m not pregnant, but I could’ve been. He’s a snake, honey.” Said Lucky.
“Yeah. I know.” Said Gina. “Come live with me, doll.” And so she did. Turns out that Lucky Prince had a beautiful, snow white mansion. She was very lucky indeed.
“I don’t ever want to go back, Lucky. Ever.” “Well, how about this. You can drop out. Get a job. But you have to help out around here too, okay?” Lucky said. “Really? You mean it?” Gina asked. “Well, we have to ask my mom first,” Lucky laughed. So they did, and Mr. And Mrs. Prince made that same deal will Gina as Lucky did. Gina never had to face those horrific people again.
Gina’s first job was stressful. She worked as a cook for McDonald’s. Making the burgers was the easy part. But when she, every now and then, had to work the front and face the customers-that was hard.
Day thirteen, she almost got fired. Gina will never forget it either. She was working the drive thru and a customer yelled at her for her slow service so she yelled back. Little did she know her boss was right there and saw and heard the entire thing. The customer complained and she had to apologize. Meanwhile, back at home, things got bad as well. Gina being pregnant and tired all the time, she needed her rest constantly. And that was not okay with Lucky’s parents. They merely kicked her out when they got fed up with her laziness. And normally she probably wouldn’t be. But she had to use being an expectant mother as an excuse.
At fifteen weeks, she was finally able to find out the sex of the baby. During the ultrasound, the tech asked if she’d like to know the sex. “Yes, please.” Gina said, Lucky beside her. “Well, look at that! It’s a little girl.” Gina and Lucky were giddy and excited. So the next day, Gina and Lucky started buying all things pink for baby Neila. Yes, she had already figured out the name. Apparently she’s been working on that name for years.
When Gina was 7 months pregnant, Blevin decided to come back into her life. Apparently he and Jeska broke up and he wanted to be a good father for Neila. But Gina kept it a secret from Lucky. For the moment at least.
Two weeks after being together, Blevin proposed. He told her he wanted a family; which included having a wife. He wanted to do what’s best for the baby, no matter what. Of course, Gina said yes.
Two weeks later, at almost 9 months pregnant, Jeska came knocking at Lucky’s door. Luckily Gina was alone. Jeska asked if she could come in. Gina let her in. “I’m so sorry, Gina. So sorry. Blevin told me to apologize and I completely agreed. I would like to be friends. If that’s even possible?” “I accept your apology. And yes, why the hell not.” Said Gina. They hugged. Then Gina showed Jeska her room. Afterwards, Jeska pulled a baggy of crystal meth out of her purse. “Oh my God, Jess. What is that? What are you doing?” Gina yelled. “Try it. I’ll show you.” Said Jeska. Gina finally complied. They did a few lines and Jeska went home. And just like that, Gina was addicted. She started using on a daily basis. Soon she ran out so she tried everything to find other drugs. She had heard of air duster being able to get you a 5 second high. So she tried it. Even better than math. It was so fun. Even by yourself. She felt free and out of control. Suddenly she had no cares…until her water broke.
In the delivery room, she asked for pain meds. The doctor told her it might harm the child. She didn’t care. She needed her fix. After Neila was born and they were both sent home, Blevin surprised them with a house of their own. Everything was okay until a week later, when she relapsed. This was a full blown relapse, to the point where she had learned how to shoot up. So she filled her syringe with heroin. Couldn’t get enough. So she kept shooting up. Before she knew it she felt numb, started seizing, then died.
When Blevin found her on the floor and noticed she had overdosed, he held her tight and bawled, ignoring Neila’s crying and screaming in her crib.
Right then and there. Time stopped.
He Is…
He is my king;
My heart, my soul, my everything.
Jesus, you’ve changed me,
You’ve all around saved me.
The rain will come,
But when it’s done,
I can always rely on your love.
He is risen,
And this is just the beginning.
His loyalty; His love,
All sent from up above.
My life will end,
And then He’ll send,
Me straight up to Heaven.
He is in my heart,
We will never be torn apart.
Because I have Him forevermore,
Nobody can break me anymore.
He knows me,
It shows me,
That he is eternity.
Bloodhouse
DEMONIC DAUGHTER
Rhed and Valley Dean were looking for a nice home to raise a family. They looked and looked until they found a gorgeous, black and white mansion, with a broken down, white picket fence. The house clearly needed work, but the Deans were set to clean it up. After all, the real estate agent was only asking two hundred thousand, with a down payment of five thousand per month. What kind of deal was that? Of course, little did they know, the mansion was haunted. Sheila, the real estate agent, knew that. That was the reason. Right there. Sheila actually had a daughter who lived there and strange things happened to her, before her death. Yes, she came into that house in 2005 and never came out. It was now 2018. Three years of planned vengeance and no one to seek. It was finally time for someone to pay… Unfortunately it had to be the Deans.
The inside of the house was even more beautiful than the outside. It was brilliantly decorated, everything was in its place, and on top of all everything looked brand new, as if nobody ever lived there before. “New furniture?” Valley asked Sheila. “Why, yes, Mrs. Dean. Dollhouse Realty pays for everything! You just have to pay for your expenses. Valley didn’t seem to convinced. But she thought hell, it’s worth a shot. After all, what is there to lose? So the Deans did it; they bought the house.
“Okay, for starters we need to think of a color. What do you think, Rhed? Blue? Periwinkle? What about yellow? Or even-” “Val!” Rhed interrupted, “enough. Don’t you think this is just a little crazy? We can’t ignore the fact that she sold this house for that cheap.” “So what are you implying, Rhed? That this house is a bad idea? Because if you remember correctly, you wanted it. Not me…” Valley said. “You need a job. We need a job. Let’s get this place cleaned up…” Rhed had ignored Valley like she was some sort of walking and talking mannequin. He always did, though. It was like they weren’t even married sometimes. Oh, she felt so loved by him… Not.
Searching for a job, Valley walks through the doors of ‘Newborough News’, which Newborough was the city they lived in. Such a fucking ghost town, but whatever. She asked the front if they were hiring. He simply asked back, “hey, you from that new house? I seen that same old car at the Needham Mansion.” “Um, Needham Mansion?” Valley asked. “You don’t know?” He asked. “No,” She said, “pray tell.” He stared into her eyes and explained, “well, tales be told that a 21 year old woman named Tilda Wilkinson moved in on January 21st of 2001. She died on October the 8th of 2005. Police investigators found her deceased body in her bathtub. She was chopped up and sliced into pieces. They also found, in her bedroom walk-in closet, three dead bodies, also chopped up and sliced…” He said, looking around. “What the fuck… Are you some kind of psycho or something!? You really think that’d change my mind about moving here? Is that why the house is so cheap? Because people like you. That’s it. You crazies, trying to run us normal people out of town… Well I’m not giving it one second thought. Goodbye!” Valley yelled, as she slammed the door.
Sitting in a room with a newspaper, Rhed saw Valley walk in. “Hey, find a job yet? I’ve been looking all day and nobody is hiring. But these newspaper ads are insane!” Valley looked at Rhed and slumped in an armchair across from him. “Val, penny for your thoughts?” Rhed asked. “Oh, nothing,” Valley sighed. “Just heard some bullshit story about this house today; apparently there was this young woman who died here… Blah, blah, fucking blah…” Valley started to deadpan. “Wait-I want to hear it. What about this house?” Rhed asked Valley. “Well, I guess this house was called the Needham Mansion, don’t know why. But here’s the story, this-” Suddenly she stopped by both of them being startled by a bang in the master bedroom. They both looked in and found nothing.
That night, while Valley was sleeping, Rhed was awake and reading a book. He noticed a dark shadow walking across the room and unto the closet. He looked inside the closet and saw a huge pool of blood on the linoleum floor of the closet. He looked up and saw the words “RUN” All written in capital letters and in blood, with blood streamed across the wall, as if someone ran their fingers through it. He immediately woke Valley up. “Valley, wake up, wake up! He yelled, shaking her vigorously. ” What is so goddamn important you have to disturb my slumber for? It better be a good reason.” Valley yawned, irritated. “Look! In the closet!” He yelled, freaked out. Valley, then, looked inside the walk-in closet. Yes, the same walk-in closet that the supposed deceased bodies were found in. “Oh… My… God… We have got to get outta here!” Valley yelled, suddenly panicked. Then, all the doors started shaking and lock up. All the chandeliers collapsed. Every inanimate object in the house was thrown around; glasses breaking from afar. They were screwed. And the worst part was that Valley could’ve avoided it just by listening to the man at the desk.
“Slaughter my daughter… Slaughter my daughter.. Slaughter my daughter…”
The chant went on. It sounded much like Tilda Wilkinson. Valley and Rhed followed the voice. It lead them to the bathroom. They found her in the bathtub, chanting. The entire bathroom was filled with streaks of blood and the bathtub was filled with a pool of a mixture of blood and filth. Tilda was cut up, just like the man said.
“Welcome to my world. Welcome… Welcome… Welcome…” She kept laughing in a crooked, demonic voice.
“Tilda…?” Valley asked. Suddenly Tilda got quiet and just grinned and her head turned around and around again. “Shit, Val. Why you gotta say her-” Then Tilda screamed out dark vomit all over them and the room. It was sticky and smelly. It was the most disgusting smell anyone could ever imagine.
“You’re not alone anymore…” Tilda smiled. She then raised her arms up and a bunch of deadly demons rose from the ground. “These are my friends, you see. They just want to be friends with me. And they want to be friends with you. Soon, you’ll be joining us too,” She laughed. They tried to run, but the vomit stuck to them, like some freaky monster tar. “Please, Tilda. Let us go. Just… Just tell us what you want…” Valley pleaded. “I want you to know what happened to me…” Tilda said. “What happened??? Please, tell us!” Valley pleaded, again. “Mmm, mmm, mmm,” She started humming as she picked up Valley’s brush and started brushing her hair. “Little ones to him belong…” Then everything is quiet. For about 7 seconds. “YOU ARE WEAK, BUT I AM STRONG!” A satanic male voice screamed out of her, sounding like ghostly possession. And she pointed to the mirror.
Suddenly, the mirror opened up a portal, showing Tilda Wilkinson’s past…
Flashing back to the day Tilda was killed, Sheila’s husband, Frankie Needham, was sitting in the same exact armchair Valley was sitting in that day; with a knife in one hand and hacksaw in the other. Tilda was casually taking a bath and Sheila walked in. “I’ve been waiting for you, my dear. Waiting for so long…” He cried, still sitting down. “Frankie, what are you doing…? Put.. Down… The saw. Slowly… Please…” Sheila asked. “Hmm, what about the knife?” He laughed. Frankie headed upstairs to the master bathroom. “What are you going to do? Our daughter is taking a bath in there. Don’t go in there! Don’t hurt our daughter, please, Frankie. You can hurt me all you want, but-” Then he slammed the door open with his bare foot. Tilda had headphones in and was sleeping in the tub. She had woken up, strangled by her own father. He cut her to pieces, one by one. “You slaughtered our daughter!!! You slaughtered our daughter!” All that was left of her was her chopped up body and a doll, lying beside her in the bathtub…
THE DOLL
The next morning, everything seemed okay. Valley and Rhed went on with their life. They packed up their stuff and got out as soon as possible. They left the house trashed; they just had to leave. But little did they know, trouble had followed them…
Now knowing about the tragic murder of Tilda Wilkinson, and what exactly had happened, their life seemed easier. They knew never to turn back again.
Valley Dean had spotted a nice, two story house on the corner of Freeway Street. The house looked like a family house, but then again, so did the Needham Mansion.
“Okay, so now that we’re aware of the happenings to Tilda, we can sleep at night,” Valley had told Rhed. “Hmm, not so sure…” Rhed pointed to the same doll that Tilda had been holding in the bathtub. Apparently, Tilda collected dolls… Creepy…
Although Tilda’s demonic whereabouts were nowhere in sight, the doll followed them into the new house. There was clearly something they needed to know about this doll. Maybe once they learned, the doll would leave them alone, just like Tilda did.
Valley did her homework; she asked around and decided to go back to the man at the Newborough News. He had told her that nobody knew about that doll. All he knew was that was Tilda’s favorite doll. She took her everywhere. Her name was Elizabeth.
Valley, then, went to the Newborough Public Library and did some research. She couldn’t find anything, so she just went back home. On her way, she swore she hallucinated, because she saw a burnt lady standing there on the sidewalk. The lady was holding a cardboard sign. The sign said “HELP!” But Valley ignored it and kept driving.
Arriving home, she had noticed the doll was gone. She heard whistling from outside, so she went to check it out.
Once Valley got outside, she couldn’t believe her eyes. It was Tilda’s father burying Tilda and Elizabeth, while whistling. He had different holes for both, side-by-side. He suddenly disappeared, but the holes were still there-all patched up. Curiosity struck Valley and she decided to look at the patched up dirt. She saw nothing… Until…
Tilda jumped out of the coffin and rose upon the ground. She started levitating. She picked threw up her arms, once again, and Elizabeth rose unto her arms. “You’ll never get rid of me!” Tilda screamed. She grabbed Valley by the throat and started to asphyxiate her, while throwing her in her coffin. The coffin slammed shut and started burying Valley alive.
Luckily, Rhed arrived home just in time, to hear Tilda’s horrific laughter. Shit, he thought to himself, she’s back. He went to the back of the house, following her laughter. He had noticed Tilda standing atop of the coffin, levitating, and he knew right away that it was his wife she was burying. He tried to stop Tilda, but she was too strong. She picked him up with the strength of her levitating body and threw him up against a tree. She tossed him around like some sort of toy. She arched his back and snapped him in half. Meanwhile, Valley kept telling for help and banging on the coffin, not realizing that her husband had been killed. She started to feel claustrophobic and couldn’t breathe. Her last breath felt excruciating.
Tilda layed Elizabeth on the nightstand by Rhed and Valley’s bed; waiting patiently for her next victim.
Two months had passed like nothing ever happened. Nobody had found the bodies and it was like nobody even cared to look for the Deans. A new family arrived to the house, Karen and Donnie Fischer, along with their teenage daughter, Perla Fischer. Perla was spoiled rotten by her parents. She got everything she wanted with just a snap of a finger. So Karen and Donnie gave her the master bedroom, of course.
“Creepy doll,” She said out loud as she went to her new room and started unpacking, “I love it.”
That night, strange things started happening. Perla had been awoken by her bed shaking. She opened her eyes in a haze, and noticed Elizabeth right next to her, chanting slaughter my daughter. Perla thought she was having a night terror. So she thought nothing of it. She tried to wake herself up but it didn’t work. Suddenly, Tilda came back, this time with a box cutter razor blade. She started sawing Perla’s wrists with the blade. Perla couldn’t help herself because she was an atheist. She’d never prayed in her life, but she did. She said a prayer, saying, “God, please. Please God. Help me! I will never deny you again…” Suddenly, everything went back to normal. Tilda had disappeared, leaving only Elizabeth. Perla was lying in her own blood, surprised she was still alive. Surprised, but thankful. She ripped her sheet and wrapped it around both her arms, putting a rubber band around them to make the sheet pieces stay on her arms. After that, she had awoken her parents. “Mom, dad. We have to leave… Now!” She exclaimed. “What? Why?” Karen yawned. “Just listen…the doll… She came alive… And the ghost…” She stuttered. Her parents did not believe her. “Go to bed,” Donnie told her.
But Perla couldn’t sleep. There was something about that demented doll that couldn’t escape her mind. So she snuck outside and lit up a cigarette to ease her mind. It was about 12:30 in the morning and she was restless. If only her parents believed her.
“Perla. You have no right waking us up. Your father, as you know, has to get up at 4 a.m. every morning. He only slept 3 hours last night!” Karen yelled. “I’m sorry, mom. Won’t happen again.” Perla knew what was going on to her and that her parents were oblivious. She just didn’t care anymore. She’d face her problems on her own.
When Karen left to go grocery shopping, Perla stayed home. It was Saturday and she had no school. Perla was alone with Tilda… Great.
Soon after Karen left, Perla’s boyfriend, Jacob Lothario, and his friends came over. Jacob, too, was an atheist. He also practiced witchcraft. He and Perla did it together.
Perla had ordered pizza and when Jacob and his friends arrived; two whole pizzas were gone within 35 minutes. After the pizza was finished, they all went upstairs to Perla’s room to play the Ouija board. But suddenly, their game had to stop once they heard a noise. Everyone got spooked, except for Perla. She knew it was Tilda. “Hey, I have an idea, guys. How about we talk to this Tilda that seems to be so popular in Perla’s head,” A friend laughed. “Bad idea. And so not funny,” Perla dead panned. “So what? It’s just a game, babe. It’ll be fine,” Jacob insisted. “Fine. But once things get shifty… ” Perla croaked. “Yes, yes of course.” Said Jacob.
They asked questions about Tilda’s sex life, just messing around and being stupid. Tilda got pissed off.
While playing, they heard humming coming from the other room. And then, once again, Tilda’s lovely chant. “… The fuck is that!?” Jacob yelled. “I told you…Now you’ve really done it!” Perla cried. “Me!? Hey, you were in this too! Dude, fuck it. I’m outta here!” Jacob yelled. “Good luck. Don’t you think I would have gotten out already if k could have? Nobody believed me, so I don’t feel bad for any of you.” Perla said. Right then and there, Tilda raced to the bedroom, where they were playing, and grabbed a machete and sliced them all up, except for Perla. Perla and Tilda had some sort of connection. Tilda liked Perla. She wanted to be her friend, for some odd reason.
“Tilda?” Perla called, “why didn’t you shred me up?? Just my friends?” Perla asked. “You, my dear, are the chosen one. You have what it takes to be mine. I knew it was you all along. You have a gift, my darling. There’s just something about you that reminds me of myself, when I was a child.” Tilda said. Scared for her life, Perla decided to become friends with Tilda. After that, they raised hell together.
HELL RAISERS
Perla and Tilda worked together on a scheme for Tilda’s revenge. Their sudden friendship was on lock; nobody could take that away from them. Tilda had an erratic idea to raise hell together, Perla being Tilda’s possession. Tilda would possess Perla’s body and now she had infinite power.
Revenge first started off with Karen and Donnie. Just because they didn’t believe Perla. See, Perla had a little taste for vengeance in her, as well. Which made it ten times easier for Tilda. So they waited and waited until Perla’s parents got home…
Doom struck immediately, once Perla locked her parents in their storm cellar. She had a bright idea to get them in there by saying she left her expensive pair of Versace sunglasses there. So, as they were in the cellar looking, Tilda had slammed and locked the cellar doors shut.
“I told you. You should’ve listened. Now it’s over…” Perla told her parents. “What’s over?” Karen said, voice shaking and trembling. “… Your life!” Suddenly, the entire room went dark. I’m talking pitch black. And a light came on, where all you could see was Tilda in a bright red light, holding a chainsaw. And then Perla holding a plastic bag, rope and tape. “You know what happens next, don’t you…?” Perla said, in an evil tone. Both her parents took a giant gulp.
Tilda and Perla we’re tying rope around her parents, while chanting. Perla, deep inside, was like a giddy schoolgirl. She had always waited for a time like this. Especially chanting the famous chant of Tilda Wilkinson. Perla started laughing as she taped her parents’ mouths shut. She took the plastic bag, wrapped it around their heads while Tilda hacked them both with a chainsaw. Scared yet…?
“Congratulations, Perla. You have committed your first murder,” Tilda said, proud of the monster she’d created. “Doesn’t it feel amazing?” She asked. “Yes…now what do we do?” Perla smiled. “Follow me…” Tilda showed Perla the way back to the Needham Mansion. “This is your new home.” Tilda said. Perla was speechless. The house was all theirs and no one else’s. She couldn’t believe it.
Another person moved in. This one was known around town for molesting children. Could the rumors be true? Well it didn’t matter, he was dead on arrival no matter what.
Sure enough, the rumors were true; which made it even easier for Tilda and Perla to end his life. He locked children in the basement and basically left them for dead. Luckily, Tilda and Perla didn’t put up with his disastrous bullshit. They had a plan… This mad had to pay…
They stuck him in the bath tub, the same one Tilda was killed in. They wanted to have a little fun with this one, since he was a horrible person. He actually deserved the punishment. Tilda grabbed a razor, slid it down his arm, then the other arm, then his body, legs… You get the point… He screamed, cried and yelled. But they didn’t care. They just stood there and laughed. Tilda started levitating and rose Perla from the ground with her ghostly power. Perla had never felt so complete. Tilda and Perla were through scaring him. They let him lie and soak in his own blood and filth for awhile, while they went to the kitchen to plot their next move.
Two hours later, they went back to the bathroom and Tilda unlocked all the doors, teasing the man. He got up and said, “thank you. Thank you for releasing me.” Then Perla locked the bathroom door and yelled, “I don’t fucking think so… You seriously thought we would let a disgusting bastard like you just roam free and escape!?” She laughed. “Please, please… You have to release me… I… I promise I won’t do anything. I promise I’ll clean my life up.” He pleaded. But they knew-once a molester, always a molester. Besides, letting him go isn’t going to save the other children that he ruined; not only did he take their innocence, but he also locked them up and made them suffer without food, water, or anything else… This piece of shit deserved all things terrorizing.
So they followed the plan. Tilda grabbed a screwdriver and gouged his eyes out. “Finish him…” Tilda said. “Gladly…” Perla drowned him in his own blood in the bathtub. They, then, freed the children. The children were malnourished, skinny, starving, cold and miserable. But Tilda and Perla gave them a nice meal, along with a hot bath and let them drink some hot cocoa by the fire, with blankets after the bath. They bathed them one by one. You see, they would never hurt little children. They shared compassion and sympathy for those hurt children. So in a way, I guess you can say they were heroes this time, in this scenario? I mean, they did save lives.
They formed a deadly clique, consisting of the children from the basement, Perla, and Tilda. It was a vengeance clique. They had a little fun with it, too. The kids put on animal masks; one-a bunny, another-a bloodhound dog with its tongue sticking out, and last-a female child (the only female) with a teddy bear mask, with the full costume on this one. Perla dressed as a clown. No, not your typical clown. She had a red and black striped jumpsuit, with a red and black painted face. She looked like a mime, but red and black. Plus she had crazy ass horns! She looked like a satanic mime. She had in red contacts with black in the middle. She tried her best to secretly outshine Tilda, of course without Tilda. If Tilda had known that Perla ever tried to upstage her (which she tried all the time), Perla would get her five minutes of fame, hanging from a chandelier in a murder museum.
In the dead of the night, Tilda and friends decided to build a portal to the immortal. They let other evil entities in their world and spread the evil all over Newborough. Their wicked plots now affected everyone, instead of just the Needham Mansion. You could say things got pretty twisted…
Perla and Tilda worked together on a scheme for Tilda’s revenge. Their sudden friendship was on lock; nobody could take that away from them. Tilda had an erratic idea to raise hell together, Perla being Tilda’s possession. Tilda would possess Perla’s body and now she had infinite power.
Revenge first started off with Karen and Donnie. Just because they didn’t believe Perla. See, Perla had a little taste for vengeance in her, as well. Which made it ten times easier for Tilda. So they waited and waited until Perla’s parents got home…
Doom struck immediately, once Perla locked her parents in their storm cellar. She had a bright idea to get them in there by saying she left her expensive pair of Versace sunglasses there. So, as they were in the cellar looking, Tilda had slammed and locked the cellar doors shut.
“I told you. You should’ve listened. Now it’s over…” Perla told her parents. “What’s over?” Karen said, voice shaking and trembling. “… Your life!” Suddenly, the entire room went dark. I’m talking pitch black. And a light came on, where all you could see was Tilda in a bright red light, holding a chainsaw. And then Perla holding a plastic bag, rope and tape. “You know what happens next, don’t you…?” Perla said, in an evil tone. Both her parents took a giant gulp.
Tilda and Perla we’re tying rope around her parents, while chanting. Perla, deep inside, was like a giddy schoolgirl. She had always waited for a time like this. Especially chanting the famous chant of Tilda Wilkinson. Perla started laughing as she taped her parents’ mouths shut. She took the plastic bag, wrapped it around their heads while Tilda hacked them both with a chainsaw. Scared yet…?
“Congratulations, Perla. You have committed your first murder,” Tilda said, proud of the monster she’d created. “Doesn’t it feel amazing?” She asked. “Yes…now what do we do?” Perla smiled. “Follow me…” Tilda showed Perla the way back to the Needham Mansion. “This is your new home.” Tilda said. Perla was speechless. The house was all theirs and no one else’s. She couldn’t believe it.
Another person moved in. This one was known around town for molesting children. Could the rumors be true? Well it didn’t matter, he was dead on arrival no matter what.
Sure enough, the rumors were true; which made it even easier for Tilda and Perla to end his life. He locked children in the basement and basically left them for dead. Luckily, Tilda and Perla didn’t put up with his disastrous bullshit. They had a plan… This mad had to pay…
They stuck him in the bath tub, the same one Tilda was killed in. They wanted to have a little fun with this one, since he was a horrible person. He actually deserved the punishment. Tilda grabbed a razor, slid it down his arm, then the other arm, then his body, legs… You get the point… He screamed, cried and yelled. But they didn’t care. They just stood there and laughed. Tilda started levitating and rose Perla from the ground with her ghostly power. Perla had never felt so complete. Tilda and Perla were through scaring him. They let him lie and soak in his own blood and filth for awhile, while they went to the kitchen to plot their next move.
Two hours later, they went back to the bathroom and Tilda unlocked all the doors, teasing the man. He got up and said, “thank you. Thank you for releasing me.” Then Perla locked the bathroom door and yelled, “I don’t fucking think so… You seriously thought we would let a disgusting bastard like you just roam free and escape!?” She laughed. “Please, please… You have to release me… I… I promise I won’t do anything. I promise I’ll clean my life up.” He pleaded. But they knew-once a molester, always a molester. Besides, letting him go isn’t going to save the other children that he ruined; not only did he take their innocence, but he also locked them up and made them suffer without food, water, or anything else… This piece of shit deserved all things terrorizing.
So they followed the plan. Tilda grabbed a screwdriver and gouged his eyes out. “Finish him…” Tilda said. “Gladly…” Perla drowned him in his own blood in the bathtub. They, then, freed the children. The children were malnourished, skinny, starving, cold and miserable. But Tilda and Perla gave them a nice meal, along with a hot bath and let them drink some hot cocoa by the fire, with blankets after the bath. They bathed them one by one. You see, they would never hurt little children. They shared compassion and sympathy for those hurt children. So in a way, I guess you can say they were heroes this time, in this scenario? I mean, they did save lives.
They formed a deadly clique, consisting of the children from the basement, Perla, and Tilda. It was a vengeance clique. They had a little fun with it, too. The kids put on animal masks; one-a bunny, another-a bloodhound dog with its tongue sticking out, and last-a female child (the only female) with a teddy bear mask, with the full costume on this one. Perla dressed as a clown. No, not your typical clown. She had a red and black striped jumpsuit, with a red and black painted face. She looked like a mime, but red and black. Plus she had crazy ass horns! She looked like a satanic mime. She had in red contacts with black in the middle. She tried her best to secretly outshine Tilda, of course without Tilda. If Tilda had known that Perla ever tried to upstage her (which she tried all the time), Perla would get her five minutes of fame, hanging from a chandelier in a murder museum.
In the dead of the night, Tilda and friends decided to build a portal to the immortal. They let other evil entities in their world and spread the evil all over Newborough. Their wicked plots now affected everyone, instead of just the Needham Mansion. You could say things got pretty twisted…
DAMNATION!
The entities scattered all over Newsborough. Newsborough High School was loaded with them. The town was not the same. The whole city was damned and they all knew it. Everybody was frightened for their life.
One passed through the school cafeteria, during lunchtime. It threw the tables across the room, hitting many of the high school students. Killing some. This was not good…
Meanwhile, in a Freshman English classroom, students were sitting in detention, doing homework. Suddenly, the chalk started writing by itself. It had written, “Satan is coming” Over and over again. The teacher looked around and then heard the noises coming from the cafeteria and yelled, “everybody inside the cellar!” Then the entity rose up and laughed, “like that’s going to help you…” Everything went dark and fire struck outside the building, surrounding the entire school. There was officially now way out.
All they could see was fire; that was their only light. Then a portal to hell opened up in the middle of the stage in the theatre. The force dragged everyone into the portal. They were all dragged to hell. At first, the inside was freezing, to the point their bodies went into shock. Then suddenly, it started to heat up. It got hotter and hotter. They hit a stopping point and Satan Rose up. He was on fire, with 6 horns on each head (which he had 6 heads) a giant tail, a scythe and hooves for feet. It was unexplainable, he was a walking nightmare. Nobody knew how horrific the devil really looked until they saw him in real life. You still couldn’t tell whether it was a he or she. “Welcome to your worst nightmare.” Satan said, while the entities surrounded him in song. They couldn’t quite make out the words, all they could feel was terror.
They fell deep down like a ride at a theme park. You know, one of those rides where you’re atop and then you suddenly drop. But this was different, they weren’t strapped in and it was deeper and faster. The fall felt like hours until they hit the fiery pits of hell. They burned eternally…
Searching for a way out, a survivor student traveled across hell like the video game, Dante’s Inferno. But this was no video game, this was real. So real that it was surreal.
There were screaming bodies burning everywhere. There were demons lurking from a distance, just waiting to return to earth. Waiting for Satan’s approval. The student, then, found an angel searching for living souls. The angel approached the student and sent the student straight to heaven. “Here, you are safe now. I promise. Nothing bad will ever happen to you again.”
Heaven was beautiful; it was nothing like anyone had dreamed of. It was better. It was also a guaranteed place where no one would ever have anything bad happen to them ever again. The angels were free.
Happy as can be, the student saw Jesus Christ. She was speechless. He was standing there with her grandma but the gates of Heaven. Her grandma approached her and wrapped her arms around her. “It’s been so long,” She whispered. “Is this even real, grandma? Am I dreaming?” “No, my dear,” The grandma smiled, “this is all real.” It was everything she’d imagined and more. There was even animal heaven! Her cat, Maisy, was lying there on her back waiting to be pet. And she could talk!
‘Hi, mama. I missed you.” The girl couldn’t cry in heaven, there were no tears anymore. But if she could’ve she would’ve.
The girl never had any worries at all anymore. Her life was literally perfect.
Meanwhile, on earth, everything went to shit. It was no longer a beautiful place. Earth was in danger. Fun was now Frightened United Nations.
FRIGHTENED UNITED NATIONS
Perla and Tilda discovered that they have made a mess. And that’s the exact plan they had in their twisted minds. Chaos was the key to their happy life, even though they were never going to be happy again…
The only thing that might help the nation survive is sacrifice. One person, just one, had to sacrifice their life in order to let everyone else survive. Their lives were in the hands of one person. All they had to do now was figure out who it was going to be…
Some found a safe place, finally. It was in the projection room at the high school. If they resided there, their lives were no longer in danger. Or so they presumed…
They turned on a movie and grabbed some popcorn and a blanket, and layed on the floor while watching the movie. Everyone was content and thankful they had finally found a safe place. Yet, they were still scared something might happen. They kept their eyes open.
While everyone was quiet, watching the movie, they heard a big boom, like a fire had all of a sudden started. The firelight had peeked from the door. Madison Raye, a student, got the fire extinguisher and tried to cease the fire. It didn’t work. The fire just got bigger.
It struck through the entire room; people fleeing all over the school. They had found a school bus that had seemed safe. So they all jumped on, in a hurry. “Sacrifice,” Kayla Watts, another student, whispered. “Yes, that’s it… Sacrifice.” Kayla, then, pushed a male student into the fire. Well, that didn’t work out so well.
The school bus shook, like an earthquake, and all the windows shattered. It was Tilda. She confronted Kayla face-to-face and said, “sacrifice, my dear, is not murder. To sacrifice is to risk a life. Your own life.” Tilda told her. All the students were enraged that Kayla had pushed him into the fire. “Burn… Burn… Burn her!!!” The students all yelled and agreed. They slowly cornered her in the back of the bus and pushed her into the fire. All because Kayla thought she was saving lives by taking one. Now, this didn’t have anything to do with their safety, but they did not approve of the fact she had willingly killed an innocent teenager for her well-being. The fire was excruciating. Kayla could feel her flesh burn slowly. She could feel her body deteriorate as she screamed in helplessness. The pain lasted for about 30 minutes until she was finally at peace.
“Okay, who is it? Who’s going to risk their life? Because it sure as hell isn’t going to be me,” Madison said. “Fuck it. I’ll do it. At least I’ll be in a better place… I think. Ah hell with it. I don’t care.” A young 15 year old female named Charlie Keen jumped into the fire, screaming in pain, but feeling empowered at the same time, for she had saved the human race.
The dark turned light, the clouds faded away to a clear blue sky, and, most of all, there were no demons or fire in sight. It seemed everything was back to normal. But the house still remained haunted, and Perla and Tilda still resided in that house, raising hell and taunting every little soul that moved in, or even just visited.
A few teens; Alex Justice, Lawrence Darwin, and Klyde Devinson entered the Needham Mansion. The school had off campus lunches, so they went inside the mansion to have a smoke. They lit up their cigarettes and started chatting. “Y’know, this place kinda gives me the creeps,” Alex admitted. “Well, it does look abandoned. Maybe we should get.” Klyde answered. “No fucking way. This shit is too awesome. I mean wouldn’t it be cool if this place was actually haunted?” Lawrence laughed. “I… I don’t think we should be here…” Alex said. “Alexis-You should really lighten up,” Said Lawrence. “I told you not to call me Alexis,” Alex dead panned. “You’re a chicken, Alex.” Said Klyde. “No, I’m not!” Alex yelled. “Fine, if you’re not chicken, how’s about we do some shit.” Lawrence said as he pulled out some Oxycodone. “Drugs? I don’t know…” Alex said. “Not just drugs. Oxy.” “No way in hell I’m doing Oxycontin in a fucking hell house. I heard it invites demons in,” Klyde said. “Ha! That’s the biggest wives tale I’ve ever heard. Now try some. Who goes first? Alex?” Lawrence offered. “I said no already, jackass.” Said Alex. “Just do it!” Lawrence exclaimed. “No!” Alex yelled. “Do. It.” “No!” He then shook her and yelled again, “do it!” Suddenly Tilda floated down the stairs and yelled, “no means no!” And grabbed Lawrence by the throat and sliced his abdomen with her fingernail. “We’ve overstayed our welcome. We will be leaving now,” Klyde said. “I don’t think so,” Perla said as the gates of the mansion suddenly closed in the house and locked them in. “… The fuck…” Alex said as he looked around. “My dear, Alex…you are safe now.” Tilda threw Klyde across the room and chopped him up with an axe. “Now it’s your turn, Lawrence. This is what you get for bullying. Bullies never live!” Tilda yelled, as she grabbed a machete and had a little fun. Let’s just say it was more gore that ever before.
“What are you gonna do to me!?” Alex cried.” Tilda looked at Perla and winked. That was Perla’s cue to tell Alex, “we want you.” “Please don’t kill me… Please!” Alex cried on her knees, helpless. “No, my child,” Tilda said, “we want you with us. Join us and you’ll never have to feel pain again.”
Alex accepted the offer. After all, he always had a thing for Perla. But little did he know, this was not a dating site-this was Satan’s call. It was up to him to decide others’ fate now.
“So, Tilda… Perla… What’s my mission?” “Your mission?” Tilda laughed, “oh, child… You don’t need a mission. You just need practice. Like Perla. She needs a lot of practice. She’s not very good at murder.” Tilda said, looking at Perla. “The hell is that supposed to mean, Tilda!?” Perla asked, infuriated. “No offense… You’re just not cut out for the job. I’m sure Alex will do better. Just saying…” Tilda laughed. “Well, maybe I got it from my lazy ass mentor!” “Lazy?” Tilda chuckled. “Jesus, Perla. What a beautiful comeback…” “Whatever…” Perla rolled her eyes. Tilda knew what Perla was up to. She knew Perla tried to take her crown and glory. That was not okay. But Perla had it coming. Tilda had yet another person written on her list of vengeance.
Two teenagers walked by the Needham Mansion. “Oh, hey. Look, Darlyn! It’s the Needham Mansion.” Chance Breezer, a 15 year old said to another 15 year old named Darlyn Dazer. Darlyn was the most popular Freshman at Newsborough High. She won Homecoming Court and rumor has it she’s already well on her way with senior prom queen votes. “Creepy.” She said. “Well? Do you want to see what all the fuss is about?” He asked. “We can’t. Look. It’s all fenced in…” Darlyn pointed out. “Okay, fine. But there’s always a way. But since you’re chicken, we’ll just walk back to fourth hour.” “Yeah, good idea,” Darlyn said.
Suddenly, Chance and Darlyn couldn’t walk anymore. Literally. Something had blocked their way. It was invisible, you couldn’t see it. But somehow, something stopped them. They took a step back and got electrocuted by some force of events.
Darlyn had woken up in a bath tub, not having any idea where she was or where Chance was. All she knew was she was covered in a pool of blood, it was obviously the same place where Tilda was murdered. This was no coincidence.
“Help!” Darlyn yelled. “Someone fucking help me! Please!” She yelled. She tried to get out but Tilda had glued her to the bath tub. “Shh,” Tilda whispered from afar. “My pretty child. There’s no need to yell. You’ll wake the others.” “Please, please. Don’t kill me. I know who you are. I’m so sorry you were murdered. I really mean it.” Darlyn pleaded. “One mission and one mission only, to save your precious life.” “Name it. Anything.” Darlyn cried. “Kill him. Kill your friend.” Tilda demanded. “Okay, I’ll do it.” Darlyn said. “Splendid. But first, you must endure your own pain.” Tilda ripped Darlyn from out of the tub, leaving Darlyn screaming and her skin partially ripped off. “Good,” Tilda laughed, “very, very good. Now run. Run to the kitchen, find a weapon and kill him!” Tilda yelled. And so she did; Darlyn grabbed Chance by the legs and dragged him all the way to the bloody tub and stuck him in there. “Hold him!” Darlyn told Perla. “What… What are you doing, Dar?” “Making a name for myself. All my life I was this good girl. Well, times are about to change.” Darlyn grabbed a microwave, slammed it on his head, grabbed an extension cord and plugged in a hair dryer, curling iron, and the microwave. Turned all of them on and threw them into the bath tub. They all laughed while watching Chance cook.
“Welcome. You are very talented. Very talented indeed.” Tilda smiled. “We’re going to have fun,” Alex told her. “Yes, yes. Best of friends.” Said Perla.
DON’T LOOK NOW
Alex, Tilda, Perla, and Darlyn went searching for more souls to intake. But first, Tilda had something in mind…
Before they went to haunt, all of them had to die. “Wait… What?” Perla said. “Yeah, no.” Said Alex. “I’m down!” Darlyn exclaimed. “Well, Darlyn. Today is your lucky day,” Said Tilda, in a motherly voice as usual. Tilda was like their mother after all.
Tilda lied all three of them on the floor and got a hammer. She easily smashed their skulls in, one by one.
Tilda buried the bodies in the backyard, where she herself was buried. If anything, she was doing them a favor. Yes, all three of them were laid to rest right next to the famous Tilda Wilkinson. How beautiful!
After their resurrection, they all decided one thing was for sure-their vengeance prevailed. And they were stronger now, on the count of there were four of them. They came up with a brilliant plan…
Afrid and Penny Davidson moved in; Penny being 9 months pregnant. They had absolutely no clue what they were getting themselves into. Nobody had told them about the house being haunted. It, once again, looked like an ordinary fixer upper that had beyond potential.
“Wow,” Afrid told Penny. “This place is beautiful. Great Pickens, honey.” “Well, you know what they say…great minds think alike!” Penny said, excitedly. They moved all the furniture into the house. Once they were done with the baby’s room, they decided to take a cigarette break. Yes, Penny smoked cigarettes while pregnant. But that wasn’t bad, compared to Afrid smoking crack around Penny. He had thought it wasn’t going to harm the baby any worse than Penny smoking cigarettes.
The house already stunk from all the smoke. The entities were not happy about that. They also weren’t happy that the people smoked while with child. They had it coming…
Walking down the hallway next to the stairs the next morning, Penny found an old picture frame that had fallen on the floor. It was a burnt up picture with Tilda and her family. You could only see Tilda though. “Hmm, that’s weird,” Penny thought. “Hey, Afrid. Come and look at this!” Penny called. “Yeah, that is very peculiar,” Afrid added. “Who is this lady? And why can’t we see the rest of the picture? I’m oh so sure this place didn’t burn down… Obviously.” Penny said, trying to put the puzzle together. It didn’t make any sense.
Two weeks later, Afrid had come home from work to find Penny on the living room floor, in labor. He got everything ready and said, “okay, let’s get you to the hospital.” “No. It can’t wait, Afrid. This baby is coming now!” Penny screamed. “How long have you been in labor, Pen?” Afrid asked. “A long time, now help me, Goddammit!!!” About 2 hours later, Penny Davidson gave birth to a baby girl. They named her Hollison Rae Davidson, or Holly, for short. Holly came out very sick, unfortunately. And the Davidsons knew why. It was certain that Holly was violently, or maybe even deathly ill because of their smoking habits. Both of them were to blame in this scenario.
That pissed the entities off more than ever. They’ve never been this livid before. Something had to be done. Now.
After breastfeeding Holly, Penny put her in her bassinet. She heard a manly scream coming from the living room. She knew right away it was Afrid. She ran downstairs and saw Afrid lying on the floor dead and covered in blood. There was a writing all the wall in blood, followed by a bloody baby footprint and handprint, saying “you’re next…”
Tilda then showed herself and showered Penny in his blood. Penny was so shocked up she didn’t even know what to say. All she could think about was Tilda hurting her newborn child. Penny raced upstairs to Holly’s room as fast as she could. Tilda followed her slowly, floating delicately like a feather.
Penny picked up Holly and yelled, “Don’t hurt my baby, please. Whatever you do. Hurt me, but not my daughter. Have mercy, please!” Tilda gave her an evil glare and said, “No need to worry. You hurt her enough. And for that, you shall suffer.” “Who are you? And what do you want?” Penny asked. Tilda simply said, You.” Suddenly laughter came from everywhere and the other entities showed up in the baby’s room. Tilda showed no mercy; she ripped Holly out of Penny’s arms and grabbed an umbrella and some acid. She splashed the acid all up in Penny’s eyes and took the end of the umbrella and stabbed it into her stomach. Penny still being alive but in severe pain, Tilda lit up a cigarette and burned deep holes into her skin. After she was done with that, she ripped her tongue out of her mouth. She finished Penny off with a hot iron to her face.
Of course, the other entities took the baby to the next room while Tilda was doing all of this…
Then once Tilda had succeeded another slaughter, she grabbed the baby’s jack-in-the-box and started to play with it, chanting again, slaughter my daughter… Slaughter my daughter… Slaughter… Slaughter… Slaughter…
Her voice kept getting quieter and quiter with each chant. The baby now belonged to them. And anyone who would look into the eyes of that baby would now have a price to pay.
A few young adult friends met up at the grocery store. One woman, named Dahlia, fancied one of the other men, named Peter. He was gorgeous. Who could blame her?
They went for a walk, it was half past midnight. Dahlia stuck with Peter the entire time, hoping he’d notice her. They started talking and laughing. She knew right away they were hitting it off. Then she went for the kill; a kiss to officially break the ice. She moved her face in towards Peter and suddenly, a beautiful blonde woman came up to Peter and they shared only the kiss of Dahlia’s dreams. “This is Emma; my girlfriend. Isn’t she beautiful?” Dahlia’s heart sank deeply. But there was no time for a broken heart. Shit got crazy after that…
They started being chased by a man with a chainsaw. They kept running until they finally found a place to hide. But Tilda had other plans. She caught Peter, because he was the slowest, and murdered him instantly. She stabbed him slowly.
“No!” Dahlia yelled. Despite what Peter did to her, she was still in love with him. Tilda caught her eyes and started chasing her. Dahlia tripped and Tilda had chopped her pinky toe off. The rest of the group looked straight at Tilda. Well you know what that means…
Tilda chased them all down but didn’t kill them, she just wounded them. The group of friends found an ambulance. “Help! Help!” They yelled, “We’re hurt, badly.” One of the paramedics turned around and they had noticed he was a demon, as well. Shit.
Suddenly, they were back at the grocery store and everything seemed to repeat itself, over and over. The Repeatiness wouldn’t end.
After 5 times of the pattern, it had finally ended. They were knocked unconscious by Darlyn and had woken up at an amusement park.
“Who likes rollercoasters?” Dahlia asked. “Are you fucking kidding me? How can you just ignore the fact that you got your toe chopped off. Not to mention we were tormented by demented souls…” One of the friends mentioned. “I know, I’m trying to… Never mind. Just forget it.”
Suddenly everything went dark again. Clowns fleed all over the park.
It was like Cirkus Bezerkus at Six Flags Over Texas’ Fright Fest. But this was worse-it was real. The clowns had mallets, butcher knives, and cleavers. They chased them in terror. One clown had chased Dahlia with his cleaver and caught up to her; chopping her into a million pieces, in a fast pace. He was brilliantly insane, but in a very beautiful way.
The clowns took over Newsborough. A new victim moved into the Needham mansion; Jessie Rhydesdale. She was in for a treat…
The entire town was doomed, for real this time. Jessie had no clue what she was getting herself into. Clowns fled the town as if they owned it. Just in time for Halloween.
Jessie hid in the town cellar, along with two other people. For some odd reason, there were three portraits hanging up on the wall. Suddenly, the three people from the portraits; a woman, a man, and a male child, came out of the portraits and chased after them. These three entities were followed by Tilda.
Alex, Tilda, Perla, and Darlyn went searching for more souls to intake. But first, Tilda had something in mind…
Before they went to haunt, all of them had to die. “Wait… What?” Perla said. “Yeah, no.” Said Alex. “I’m down!” Darlyn exclaimed. “Well, Darlyn. Today is your lucky day,” Said Tilda, in a motherly voice as usual. Tilda was like their mother after all.
Tilda lied all three of them on the floor and got a hammer. She easily smashed their skulls in, one by one.
Tilda buried the bodies in the backyard, where she herself was buried. If anything, she was doing them a favor. Yes, all three of them were laid to rest right next to the famous Tilda Wilkinson. How beautiful!
After their resurrection, they all decided one thing was for sure-their vengeance prevailed. And they were stronger now, on the count of there were four of them. They came up with a brilliant plan…
Afrid and Penny Davidson moved in; Penny being 9 months pregnant. They had absolutely no clue what they were getting themselves into. Nobody had told them about the house being haunted. It, once again, looked like an ordinary fixer upper that had beyond potential.
“Wow,” Afrid told Penny. “This place is beautiful. Great Pickens, honey.” “Well, you know what they say…great minds think alike!” Penny said, excitedly. They moved all the furniture into the house. Once they were done with the baby’s room, they decided to take a cigarette break. Yes, Penny smoked cigarettes while pregnant. But that wasn’t bad, compared to Afrid smoking crack around Penny. He had thought it wasn’t going to harm the baby any worse than Penny smoking cigarettes.
The house already stunk from all the smoke. The entities were not happy about that. They also weren’t happy that the people smoked while with child. They had it coming…
Walking down the hallway next to the stairs the next morning, Penny found an old picture frame that had fallen on the floor. It was a burnt up picture with Tilda and her family. You could only see Tilda though. “Hmm, that’s weird,” Penny thought. “Hey, Afrid. Come and look at this!” Penny called. “Yeah, that is very peculiar,” Afrid added. “Who is this lady? And why can’t we see the rest of the picture? I’m oh so sure this place didn’t burn down… Obviously.” Penny said, trying to put the puzzle together. It didn’t make any sense.
Two weeks later, Afrid had come home from work to find Penny on the living room floor, in labor. He got everything ready and said, “okay, let’s get you to the hospital.” “No. It can’t wait, Afrid. This baby is coming now!” Penny screamed. “How long have you been in labor, Pen?” Afrid asked. “A long time, now help me, Goddammit!!!” About 2 hours later, Penny Davidson gave birth to a baby girl. They named her Hollison Rae Davidson, or Holly, for short. Holly came out very sick, unfortunately. And the Davidsons knew why. It was certain that Holly was violently, or maybe even deathly ill because of their smoking habits. Both of them were to blame in this scenario.
That pissed the entities off more than ever. They’ve never been this livid before. Something had to be done. Now.
After breastfeeding Holly, Penny put her in her bassinet. She heard a manly scream coming from the living room. She knew right away it was Afrid. She ran downstairs and saw Afrid lying on the floor dead and covered in blood. There was a writing all the wall in blood, followed by a bloody baby footprint and handprint, saying “you’re next…”
Tilda then showed herself and showered Penny in his blood. Penny was so shocked up she didn’t even know what to say. All she could think about was Tilda hurting her newborn child. Penny raced upstairs to Holly’s room as fast as she could. Tilda followed her slowly, floating delicately like a feather.
Penny picked up Holly and yelled, “Don’t hurt my baby, please. Whatever you do. Hurt me, but not my daughter. Have mercy, please!” Tilda gave her an evil glare and said, “No need to worry. You hurt her enough. And for that, you shall suffer.” “Who are you? And what do you want?” Penny asked. Tilda simply said, You.” Suddenly laughter came from everywhere and the other entities showed up in the baby’s room. Tilda showed no mercy; she ripped Holly out of Penny’s arms and grabbed an umbrella and some acid. She splashed the acid all up in Penny’s eyes and took the end of the umbrella and stabbed it into her stomach. Penny still being alive but in severe pain, Tilda lit up a cigarette and burned deep holes into her skin. After she was done with that, she ripped her tongue out of her mouth. She finished Penny off with a hot iron to her face.
Of course, the other entities took the baby to the next room while Tilda was doing all of this…
Then once Tilda had succeeded another slaughter, she grabbed the baby’s jack-in-the-box and started to play with it, chanting again, slaughter my daughter… Slaughter my daughter… Slaughter… Slaughter… Slaughter…
Her voice kept getting quieter and quiter with each chant. The baby now belonged to them. And anyone who would look into the eyes of that baby would now have a price to pay.
A few young adult friends met up at the grocery store. One woman, named Dahlia, fancied one of the other men, named Peter. He was gorgeous. Who could blame her?
They went for a walk, it was half past midnight. Dahlia stuck with Peter the entire time, hoping he’d notice her. They started talking and laughing. She knew right away they were hitting it off. Then she went for the kill; a kiss to officially break the ice. She moved her face in towards Peter and suddenly, a beautiful blonde woman came up to Peter and they shared only the kiss of Dahlia’s dreams. “This is Emma; my girlfriend. Isn’t she beautiful?” Dahlia’s heart sank deeply. But there was no time for a broken heart. Shit got crazy after that…
They started being chased by a man with a chainsaw. They kept running until they finally found a place to hide. But Tilda had other plans. She caught Peter, because he was the slowest, and murdered him instantly. She stabbed him slowly.
“No!” Dahlia yelled. Despite what Peter did to her, she was still in love with him. Tilda caught her eyes and started chasing her. Dahlia tripped and Tilda had chopped her pinky toe off. The rest of the group looked straight at Tilda. Well you know what that means…
Tilda chased them all down but didn’t kill them, she just wounded them. The group of friends found an ambulance. “Help! Help!” They yelled, “We’re hurt, badly.” One of the paramedics turned around and they had noticed he was a demon, as well. Shit.
Suddenly, they were back at the grocery store and everything seemed to repeat itself, over and over. The Repeatiness wouldn’t end.
After 5 times of the pattern, it had finally ended. They were knocked unconscious by Darlyn and had woken up at an amusement park.
“Who likes rollercoasters?” Dahlia asked. “Are you fucking kidding me? How can you just ignore the fact that you got your toe chopped off. Not to mention we were tormented by demented souls…” One of the friends mentioned. “I know, I’m trying to… Never mind. Just forget it.”
Suddenly everything went dark again. Clowns fleed all over the park.
It was like Cirkus Bezerkus at Six Flags Over Texas’ Fright Fest. But this was worse-it was real. The clowns had mallets, butcher knives, and cleavers. They chased them in terror. One clown had chased Dahlia with his cleaver and caught up to her; chopping her into a million pieces, in a fast pace. He was brilliantly insane, but in a very beautiful way.
The clowns took over Newsborough. A new victim moved into the Needham mansion; Jessie Rhydesdale. She was in for a treat…
The entire town was doomed, for real this time. Jessie had no clue what she was getting herself into. Clowns fled the town as if they owned it. Just in time for Halloween.
Jessie hid in the town cellar, along with two other people. For some odd reason, there were three portraits hanging up on the wall. Suddenly, the three people from the portraits; a woman, a man, and a male child, came out of the portraits and chased after them. These three entities were followed by Tilda.SUPERCEL HELL
Tilda set her new plan into motion. Yes, another new plan. This time, the plan was to doom all beings from a supercell storm. This exact storm was not just a thunderstorm, but I portal to all evil. For what people thought was a supercell, it was actually a form of circular damnation from ghostly spirits.
The clouds started to roll in, as all sirens went off. Everybody hid inside the public cellar and waited for the storm to pass. Meanwhile, things were looking up for Tilda and her posse. They built the most powerful supercell known to man. The storm carried on as, little did everyone know, it got bigger and bigger. Suddenly, the supercell was so huge that it filled the entire never ending sky. The sky was black, grey, and full of ash. There were ashes flying all over the town of Newsborough.
“This is some Silent Hill shit. Come check this out, mom!” A 16 year old screamed to her mother, looking out the storm cellar window. “Oh my God. Come look, guys!” The mother yelled. Everyone took turns looking into the tiny window, noticing the ashes and sky basically falling. The town of Newsborough was torn apart.
Suddenly, the dark, excruciating heat turned a very icy cold; so cold that the town shivered in panic. People lost their breathe. Some people even caught a severe and fatal case of pneumonia. Tilda brought something into this world that nobody, not even Satan, could escape. In fact, hell itself literally started freezing over. All of the metaphorical statements of hell freezing over actually came into reality.
“Welcome to Supercell Hell,” Tilda told the town, as she grew and grew with more power. A lonely woman who was beaten almost to death was suffering in pain. So Tilda did what she does best and added her to her crew. “Hello, young child. What is your name?” Tilda asked. “Evie,” She shook. “Have you no mercy? Please don’t kill me.” Evie said, shaking even harder. “I will spare you, child. I will spare you, indeed.” “Why, may I ask?” Evie asked. “Because you’re hurt. You’re hurting just like I was. And the rest of those who I’ve spared. Perhaps vengeance is key to a happy lifestyle.” Tilda declared. “Yes… Yes. Yeah, I will seek revenge on every man who’s ever laid a hand on me. Let this be my solemn vow!” Evie exclaimed. “Aye, child. Aye. And much, much more. You can finally be free.” Evie was so relieved there was someone who actually understood her.
“Evie, my child,” “Yes, Tilda?” Evie asked. “Since you are now mine, I shall rename you. You are now Evelia Divinity. You are my precious jewel; the chosen one. You are what I’ve been waiting for.” “Yes, Tilda. I am now Evelia Divinity. And chosen one? Whatever do you mean by that?” Evelia asked. “You are going to take after me Evelia. You will be lonely again! Now, there is something you need to do first. Consider this a way to Satan’s heart.” “What is it, Tilda? Anything for you.” Evelia said. “You need to die, darling.” Tilda demanded. “But… I thought you wanted to spare me. I thought I was special, Tilda.” Evelia cried. “You are, dear. Which is why I want you with me. To live forever among the dead.” So she did. Evelia agreed. Then poof; she was gone, just like that. But rose again.
Tilda set her new plan into motion. Yes, another new plan. This time, the plan was to doom all beings from a supercell storm. This exact storm was not just a thunderstorm, but I portal to all evil. For what people thought was a supercell, it was actually a form of circular damnation from ghostly spirits.
The clouds started to roll in, as all sirens went off. Everybody hid inside the public cellar and waited for the storm to pass. Meanwhile, things were looking up for Tilda and her posse. They built the most powerful supercell known to man. The storm carried on as, little did everyone know, it got bigger and bigger. Suddenly, the supercell was so huge that it filled the entire never ending sky. The sky was black, grey, and full of ash. There were ashes flying all over the town of Newsborough.
“This is some Silent Hill shit. Come check this out, mom!” A 16 year old screamed to her mother, looking out the storm cellar window. “Oh my God. Come look, guys!” The mother yelled. Everyone took turns looking into the tiny window, noticing the ashes and sky basically falling. The town of Newsborough was torn apart.
Suddenly, the dark, excruciating heat turned a very icy cold; so cold that the town shivered in panic. People lost their breathe. Some people even caught a severe and fatal case of pneumonia. Tilda brought something into this world that nobody, not even Satan, could escape. In fact, hell itself literally started freezing over. All of the metaphorical statements of hell freezing over actually came into reality.
“Welcome to Supercell Hell,” Tilda told the town, as she grew and grew with more power. A lonely woman who was beaten almost to death was suffering in pain. So Tilda did what she does best and added her to her crew. “Hello, young child. What is your name?” Tilda asked. “Evie,” She shook. “Have you no mercy? Please don’t kill me.” Evie said, shaking even harder. “I will spare you, child. I will spare you, indeed.” “Why, may I ask?” Evie asked. “Because you’re hurt. You’re hurting just like I was. And the rest of those who I’ve spared. Perhaps vengeance is key to a happy lifestyle.” Tilda declared. “Yes… Yes. Yeah, I will seek revenge on every man who’s ever laid a hand on me. Let this be my solemn vow!” Evie exclaimed. “Aye, child. Aye. And much, much more. You can finally be free.” Evie was so relieved there was someone who actually understood her.
“Evie, my child,” “Yes, Tilda?” Evie asked. “Since you are now mine, I shall rename you. You are now Evelia Divinity. You are my precious jewel; the chosen one. You are what I’ve been waiting for.” “Yes, Tilda. I am now Evelia Divinity. And chosen one? Whatever do you mean by that?” Evelia asked. “You are going to take after me Evelia. You will be lonely again! Now, there is something you need to do first. Consider this a way to Satan’s heart.” “What is it, Tilda? Anything for you.” Evelia said. “You need to die, darling.” Tilda demanded. “But… I thought you wanted to spare me. I thought I was special, Tilda.” Evelia cried. “You are, dear. Which is why I want you with me. To live forever among the dead.” So she did. Evelia agreed. Then poof; she was gone, just like that. But rose again.
EVELIA DIVINITYAs the ground shriveled up, brought a new dead soul to the world, Evelia Divinity. She stole the power of the living, stole the power of the dead. Tilda had created a hideous, yet beautiful monster. Evelia was drenched in blood and filth. Tilda knew the perfect vengeance would be stealing the power of Divinity, without her knowledge, of course. She needed her power to rule. Because without all of Tilda’s minions, she would be weak and powerless. So she did. She used Evelia.
Evelia’s first mission was to haunt the Needham mansion and take the glory or all the beautiful souls she was about to take.
After the storm passed, a new and naive couple moved in, in hopes of starting a new life of sobriety. The man was an alcoholic and abused his wife on a daily basis. The couple wanted to get their lovelorn life back in order and save their marriage. The wife, Abigail Lesser, was determined to get her perfect husband back. After all, it had to have been the alcohol that made him so violent. The husband, Linus Lesser, was angry with himself for doing what he did; he never intended to hurt his wife. So he made a promise with Abigail that he’d never touch a single drink again. Then they’d go from there.
But Tilda knew that wasn’t the case. Alcohol doesn’t make a man beat his wife. Alcohol brings out the person he’d only wish to be. In other words, he did intend to abuse her. Tilda knew these feelings all too well, just from experiences. He sewed, so she reaped…
In the dead of the night, Linus heard a rattle on the closet, which had been the same closet Tilda had buried souls in. What Linus saw, was almost too hard to believe. He immediately yelled, “Abigail, call the police right now!” “What’s going on?” Abigail asked, as she came closer to the closet. “Don’t come over here. It’s-” Suddenly, before Linus could finish his sentence, a band on dancing demons floated out of the closet. It was unbelievable. Linus had to rub his eyes to make sure he was awake. That’s when Evelia came in.
“You, my child, have done wrong, yes?” “Please, whatever. I’ll do…” He pleaded. “Don’t hurt us, please!” Abigail yelled. “My darling, it is not you that we want. It is him. You are innocent.” She suddenly had a puzzled look on her face. Then, before either could speak, Evelia raised up Linus into thin air and ripped him from limb to limb. Sliced him up, then gnawed at his face. She threw him into the lit up fireplace and gave Abigail an evil smirk. Then left. Abigail was so shooken up that she had a heart attack, went into cardiac arrest, and died.
But Evelia did not intend to kill Abigail. She simply asked Tilda if she could rise and become one of them. “Too many.” Tilda said. “Too many what?” Evelia asked. “We have to many minions!” Tilda screamed, getting severely short with Evelia.
Evelia felt she had enough, so she turned on Tilda.
“We need a sacrifice!” Evelia yelled, in hopes that Tilda would volunteer. “Uh, no we don’t. Why the hell would you say that? This is my play. I write the script here. And if you don’t like it-” “Then what? If I don’t like it, then what?” Evelia interrupted. “Then…then…” Tilda stuttered. “Yeah, thought so. You think you’re so tough because you died first. Well let me tell you something… I rule now. I’m the fucking queen demon now, bitch!” Evelia laughed. “That’s it!” Tilda yelled, as she grasped a knife in her hands. “Yeah, you’re forgetting something.” Evelia told Tilda. “Yeah? And what’s that?” Tilda asked. “You’re ancient. You’re an ancient soul who thinks she is si brilliantly evil just because she has minions. Well I don’t think so.” Evelia said, getting closer to Tilda, as she gripped her power force and suddenly the force came upon her. “What are you doing?” Tilda asked, then looked at the others, “well don’t just stand there like fucking ignoramuses, do something!” Tilda yelled. Then the others glared at Tilda and chanted, “slaughter your daughter” Over and over again. “Well,” Evelia laughed hysterically, “I guess the tables have turned, hmm?… Get her!” Suddenly, the lights flickered on and off, the ground shook, and then Tilda fell to the ground, suddenly stuck to the hardwood floor, as if she were glued to it. It was indescribable, but this glossy and tarry white stuff slowly covered Tilda. Later did she realize she was a mannequin. Tilda was no longer powerful. She was still an evil spirit, she was just a mannequin.
MANNEQUIN MADNESS
Tilda struggled and trying to find ways out. But Evelia took all of her power. Bye, Tilda. Goodbye.
Suddenly, rose a new soul from the dead. But this time, earth set on fire, so the demonic soul traveled to another universe to find there was no evil there, so she created a world of evil.
In a store called “Pearl’s Beauty Boutique”, the demon possessed a mannequin, then set new souls out to possess the rest of the mannequins in the boutique. She became the new leader – Jeska DuValle. She was among evil; she was the demon of all demons. Her piercing white eyes could kill a man by just looking at him.
Everybody at the store ran ramped and escaped. But one person, who was using the restroom, got stuck in the store. His name was Jacklin Thomas. He opened the bathroom door to exit, turned right, then saw a collage of mannequins, blocking his way. It was very peculiar; he had remembered that there were no mannequins in his way before. He found a free space, started walking, then he turned around just to find a mannequin had filled that space he just walked through. His heart suddenly started beating; he became dangerously tachycardic. To the point he almost had a heart attack. He realized he was trapped and there was no hope for Jacklin.
He found the closest weapon – a vase. He started throwing vases all over the place; shattering the room like stained glass. But the mannequins just stood there, unfazed. He knew he was now officially hopeless.
Then, he witnessed one move. It was, in fact, Jeska DuValle. He started shaking vigorously. The shakes turned into convulsions… Before he knew it, he had been unconscious.
Waking up, strapped in a computer chair; molded by some stellar concrete, Jacklin Thomas had convinced himself he was dreaming. He had to have been. I mean, it was the only feasible excuse.
When Jacklin saw the demonic soul of Jeska DuValle, a sudden chaotic storm arose. But this wasn’t the usual storm-this was the unforgettable storm of a lifetime! People would pay millions just to see this in person. But not the way DuValle set it up. She set it up as a glorifying death trap. Everyone was doomed…
“What do you want from me?” Jacklin Thomas screamed. “You shall rise with me. You are the chosen one.” Jeska explained. “Chosen one!?” Jacklin did not understand. “Yes, chosen one. You see, all my life… All I’ve ever wanted… Was a husband; someone to love; someone to care for me and always have my back; someone I can come home to and cook for. But most of all, someone who I can make amazing, spectacular love to. I am very good with pleasing a man. I can do amazing things. Utterly amazing things.” Jeska explained – pretty much begging at his feet. Well, as any typical guy, K
Jacklin felt honored that he was chosen to be her husband. Though he wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to or not. “Listen, I’d love to be your husband under great circumstances, but I’m afraid this isn’t considered a great circumstance. You see?” Jacklin pleaded. “So you’re on the fence about it?” Jeska glared. “Well, uh, yes,” Jacklin said. “You liar! You’re not on the fence about anything… Yet.” Jacklin gave a puzzled look on his face. “… Yet?…” He said, scared for his life. “Yes… But now you are!” As she impaled a fence pole in his head, then beat him, simultaneously, to death. After a few minutes of laughter and power-induced euphoria, up rose another soul – Jacklin Rae Thomas. She had finally had a significant other. But it wasn’t as Jacklin expected… Jeska was actually quite wife like. Her behaviours left Jacklin stunned. So they reigned together as Mr. And Mrs. Jacklin Rae Thomas.
AND RANZEE MAKES THREEAfter a few years of marriage brought a daughter into this world, Ranzee Elle Thomas. They raised her to be a soul-haunting, flesh-eating, monstrous, devious child. But for some reason, which they couldn’t figure out why, Ranzee wasn’t as immortal as they hoped. And even worse-she actually has a beating heart filled with love, joy, and laughter. Being only 3 years old, they decided better now than never, teach the kid or ditch the kid. Ranzee turned out to be the child of their dreams… Or should I say nightmares…
They hired a nanny named Kinsley. Kinsley did not know about this family at all. Every secret and every demonic promise was on pause. They had a plan to demolish this nanny. They just wanted to toy with her a little while. A little fun never hurt, well, actually…
…One hellish night, The family went out, seeking for flesh and blood. They had decided to keep Ranzee alone with Kinsley. After all, maybe this’ll run Kinsley off, or so they hoped. But not quite – actually, Kinsley seemed to rub off on Ranzee, making her vulnerable. For once.
Kinsley fed Ranzee, held her, cuddled her, even sang her lullabies. And when she went to put her to bed, Kinsley told Ranzee a story and wished her good dreams and a good night.
When Jacklin and Jeska got back, they were stunned. And not the good kind of stunned either. Kinsley was making Ranzee a quilt.
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Yelled Jeska. “Oh, well I’m simply making a quilt for your loving daughter. Do you mind?” Asked Kinsley, with a huge smile on her face. “Yes, actually I do! Now wipe that smirk off your face and get the hell out of here!” Jeska yelled infuriated. As Kinsley was getting ready to leave, “Wait-” Jacklin yelled to Kinsley. “Jess. Honey. A word?” “Um, sure?” Jacklin led Jeska to the living room and whispered, “I have a genius idea. This idea could be golden!” Then Jess whispered back, “what is it?” “This may sound crazy, but I say how’s about we turn this maid into a sade?” “The hell is a sade?” “Just a short word for sadist.” Jeska smirked. It was genius indeed. The plan was to keep Kinsley and let her nanny, but slowly get inside her head and torture her mind until she turns psychotic. Brilliant!
A month goes by and the Thomas family has completely fucked up Kinsley, to the point she may even be more monstrous than them!
Soon enough, Jeska goes into Kinsley’s room and doesn’t find her in there. She searched the entire house and Kinsley was nowhere to be found.
Then, randomly, Jeska finds Kinsley on the roof; playing God with a ouija board. “I have taught you well, haven’t I?” Jess told Kinsley. Then Kinsley just looked at her and started yelling Latin. “Stop that! Stop it!” Jeska yelled. “Et factus est mihi faciam.” “What!?” Jeska yelled. “Et factus est mihi faciam! Et factus est mihi faciam! Et factus est-“That’s enough!” Jeska yelled. She went downstairs to look it up. It was, in Latin, “You made me do it.”
Jeska gasped. She realized that what she had done had gone awry. It backfired on her. She knew she and her family had to get out, now.
Jeska and Jacklin had gotten their necessities, then got Ranzee and started to head out. “But I want to stay, mommy. I want to stay with nanny Kinsley.” It was very peculiar that Ranzee herself was so attached to Kinsley. “Fine. Stay with Kinsley. See where that gets you. We, as in your dad and I, are getting out now! Suddenly, the doors slam shut and windows seal up. ” You’re not going anywhere!” Yelled a demonic male sounding voice. Then, Kinsley floated down from the top balcony of the stairwell. “Oh. My. God.” Jess said. Jeska and Jacklin were both spooked and speechless. “I’m keeping your daughter. And I’m keeping you!” Laughed Kinsley. The laughter got louder and louder, until…
Kinsley dropped to the ground and suddenly there was nothing left of her. About 5 minutes later, the ground splits like an earthquake; separating Ranzee and her parents. “Ranzee!” Yelled Jeska. “Hold on, Ranzee. We’ve got you! don’t worry!” Yelled Jacklin. “What are you talking about? Mom? Dad? You both said you were going to leave this house without me, correct?” Ranzee asked. Then Jeska said, “Yes, but-” Then Ranzee interrupted. “You have no say anymore… You’re not my fucking parents! You’re both garbage. Garbage… Garbage… Garbage…” Then her chanting turned into laughter. “Garbage… Garbage… Garbage. Garbage!” Ranzee finally stopped the chanting and laughter. But after that she stood still. Like frozen water. “Ranzee? Ranzee! Ranzee, please talk to us. Please say something!” Jacklin yelled. Then, the ground started to quake even bigger. All of a sudden, there was nothing left if the ground but where Ranzee, Jacklin, and Jeska were standing.
Then, all of the lights in the house busted and picture frames started to fall. But what Jeska and Jacklin only really noticed one specific thing – a cross that slowly, clockwise, turned upside down. Right after that pops in Tilda, Kinsley, and all of their demonic minions, dancing in the air and humming. “Tilda!” Jeska yelled. “Oh my God, you’re back? I thought I got rid of you for good!” Cried Jeska. “No, my child. You can never get rid of me!” Tilda said. “Please, can you show no mercy?” Jeska dropped to the ground and pleaded on her knees. She then started to pray. “You think prayer is going to help you child?” Tilda laughed. “God’s not here to help you anymore!” Suddenly, a thunder cloud appeared inside the house on the ceiling. “Tilda! Mommy!” Ranzee yelled. “Yes, child. Mommy’s here.” Tilda shushed Ranzee and held her. “You are not her mother!” Yelled Jeska. “Oh, but I am. I’m all she has. Me and your nanny. Remember, you were the one who said that you were leaving without her!” Tilda said. “You’re right,” Jeska sighed. “She’s all yours. After all, who am I to be a mother. I’m not mother! Besides, there’s nothing I can do now. Satan’s got her now.” Said Jeska. “You’re giving up, huh?” Tilda laughed, “Boy, this is easier than I thought it was going to be!” “No!” Yelled Jacklin. “Jess, don’t give up! You’re not a shitty mom. I promise. And this isn’t Ranzee. The real Ranzee loves you very much. And I know you love her too. What you told her was a shitty thing to say. But you are not a shitty mom! Now help me fight! Please! She’s all we have!” Jacklin told Jeska. “Okay. I’ll try,” Jeska told Jacklin, in a non convincing way. “No, there’s no try. There’s only a will. Now are you with me or not?” “I can’t fight. I won’t. It’s not worth it. If we fight, Jack, we will die!” Jeska told Jacklin. “Okay, Jess. Since you’re too selfish to fight for our own daughter then I want a divorce,” Said Jacklin, infuriated with Jeska. “Fine. Consider it done. Once we get out of this shithole, I’ll file. And I’ll also let you get full custody of Ranzee. I just want out of here!” Jeska yelled.
Tilda was strong though. And so were demonic minions.
“Kinsley…” Tilda said. “Yes, ma’am?” Kinsley asked. “Kill them.” Tilda ordered. “Yes, ma’am.”
Kinsley grabbed an ax from the emergency box and started cutting up Jacklin. “You’re next.” As Kinsley pointed at Jeska. “No, please. No!” Jeska yelled. “But, darling. I thought you wanted to be a good mother and wife? You’re not though. Because if you were, you’d allow your own slaughter.” Kinsley said, as she chopped Jeska into pieces; limb, by limb, by limb. Next, it was Ranzee’s turn. Kinsley made her way toward Ranzee. But Tilda objected. “No, not the child. The child is innocent; the child belongs to us now,” Tilda told Kinsley. “But I thought you wanted me to-” “Enough, my love. Enough. Take the child and let’s get outta here! To the Needham Mansion we go!” Tilda exclaimed. “Wait, what’s the Needham Mansion?” Kinsley asked. Tilda got down to Kinsley’s level; looked her in the eye, smiled and said, “your new home.”
DEADLY DAMSEL
Years later, Ranzee is now 16 years old. She has yet to be possessed, but that’s just the way Tilda likes it. She lives at the Needham Mansion, with no one else but demonic creatures, such as Tilda, Kinsley, and the rest.
Ranzee has a great life at the mansion. Tilda has become her new mom and has raised her well. Because of Tilda, Ranzee now is a masochistic human being, who kills and then lets Tilda evacuate their souls. But not everyone is special enough to become a deadly creature. No. Just the people who are worthy. People who have what it takes. Or more so the people who have done right in the world – those are the people who belong. Other souls just get spit on and dragged down to hell. They don’t deserve Heaven, nor do they deserve to haunt Earth. So they just get condemned to hell and suffer eternally.
When Ranzee went out to search for flesh and souls, she would go out everywhere searching, until she found the perfect pound of flesh, bone, and blood. And when she took the body, or bodies home, she ate them. Yes, she killed them and ate them. Tilda taught her that, as well, though Tilda never had a thought in the world for herself to practice cannibalism. But Ranzee became almost ravenous for human flesh if she didn’t have her fix within five hours. So Tilda made sure she didn’t starve to death. She helped her out in any way she could; including trapping innocent beings inside her closet of nightmares. The closet of nightmares contained ten dead bodies at a time. Once those ten dead bodies were finished being eaten, Tilda would go and hunt for more and stick them in the closet. Tilda called it her closet of nightmares, Ranzee called it her feast cellar. Either way, the bodies were eaten, one by one.
Ranzee walked around the neighborhood with a cardboard sign, reading “Lost, Please Help.” Sure enough, a young couple came up and asked her, “Do you need a ride somewhere, sweetie? Or anything to eat?” The woman asked. “Actually, if you could take me home? It’s getting dark and I don’t want to be out here alone,” Ranzee said. “Do you want me to call your parents? Your guardian?” The man asked. “I’m actually emancipated. I live on my own in my very own mansion. It’s beautiful, really. It’s just so nice to be by myself.” Ranzee said. “Okay. We will take you home,” The woman smiled. On the way there, Ranzee asked the couple, “Will you be my parents? Um, I mean, it’s been a long time and my parents were never there for me.” Ranzee cried, falsely of course. “Oh, honey. Of course we will. We were actually looking for a child. See, we can’t have children. So it’d be an honor. My name is Alani Miller. And this is my husband, Jerry Miller,” Alani said. “We’d be happy to be your new parents,” Jerry said. “Aren’t you guys forgetting something? You forgot to ask me my name.” Said Ranzee. “Oh right. Sorry we got a little ahead of ourselves! What is it?” Alani laughed. “Ranzee. My name is Ranzee Wilkinson. And we’re here! This is it. This is my home!” Ranzee exclaimed. “Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” Said Alani. “Wow, Ranzee. You live here?” Asked Jerry. “Um, correction, we live here!” Exclaimed Ranzee. “Oh, right, almost forgot,” Jerry laughed. On the way inside, all her newfound parents could do was look around, stunned. But oh, we’re they in for a treat. Literally.
Later that night, Ranzee had showed Alani and Jerry their bedroom. As they drifted off to sleep, Ranzee was plotting how to kill them. She was starving and couldn’t wait any longer. So she just went ahead with it.
Ranzee wakes Alani up in a dead sleep, with a sawed off shotgun, holding it to Alani’s head. Little did Ranzee know that Alani knew much about self defense, and so did Jerry. So she took the gun out of Ranzee’s arms and gave in three shots to her head. The shots woke Jerry up. “What the fuck, Alani?! Why did you kill our only fucking daughter?!” Jerry exclaimed. “She tried to kill me!” Yelled Alani. “And that makes it okay? She was 16!” Jerry yelled. Right after that…
“Correction-is 16!” Ranzee’s voice came out if nowhere. “Ranzee?” Alani asked. “That’s right! It’s me, Ranzee. And boy did you make the biggest mistake of your sad, pathetic, soon-to-be no longer existent life.” Ranzee said. “Wait, what? Is this for real?” Alani asked. “Damn straight. Now… I’ma haunt your asses!”
Before Alani or Jerry could say anything, Ranzee took a machete to both of them at the same time and yelled, “double death! Twenty points for me!” “Not fair, Ranzee! You’re a newbie and I’ve never made a double kill. So jealous.” Tilda laughed. Ranzee ate their brains out like a fresh zombie. She enjoyed every bite too. After she slipped their guts into her mouth like noodle, she chomped in their hearts and the rest of their organs. Then she drank their blood and chewed on every last bit of their flesh, all the way to their final bones. After that, she put them into the Closet Of Nightmares.
CLOSET OF NIGHTMARES
In the closet of nightmares, lies ten dead bodies, all cut up and covered in maggots. These bodies were a bloody mess. There were teeth marks and handprints all over the bodies, along with cuts, bruises, contusions, and slice marks. One dead body had it’s skull crushed in and legs bent over it’s shoulders like a contortionist. Another body had it’s teeth yanked out, one by one, and nails ripped out. In short, that poor bastard suffered to death. These bodies were literally rotted to the point where even birds didn’t want them anymore. Though there were many crow nests lying inside the Needham Mansion. They were spread out. And they were Tilda’s pets. She loved and cared for them. She fed them live flesh almost like clockwork everyday.
If Tilda knew one thing for certain, it was that her demons fed off her. Meaning she was the alpha. She had power over everyone and everything in Newsborough; hence why she never left. She was too afraid of someone cramping her style. She loved where she was and she loved her minions. She wasn’t going anywhere. End of story.
Being a mannequin for so long, Tilda almost forgot how to rule. She even grew weaker upon the days while inside the mannequin. But Ranzee definitely helped. She knew if Ranzee could feed her evil then anyone else could for sure. Yes it doesn’t sound right for a child to be taken advantage of like that, but who’s to care?
But there comes a day where spirits become weak. With nothing to feed on they’re almost powerless. That day came. Nobody went inside the Needham Mansion for about 3 years. And no evil decided to follow anyone outside of the mansion. So, whilst Ranzee was still alive and going strong, Tilda wasn’t so much. So she decided to flee the city and move to Stella Isle – an island in which souls ran frantic.
“Ranzee, my dear. Please listen to mommy. I am moving to Stella Isle and I’m not looking back.” Ranzee dropped her smile and cried, “but mom. I’m only 19. I can’t do this on my own. Please let me come with you.” “Not going to happen, dear. I’m sorry,” Said Tilda. In that moment she broke free from the Needham Mansion, and Ranzee was all alone… Until…
Five teenagers; Andrew Hardwall, Nevaeh Samora, Winter Oakes, Isabella Morelli, and Penn Haldol, heard that the mansion was haunted, so there they went. They were obviously looking for trouble. Obviously.
“Hey, is this it? It says Needham on the mailbox. Maybe this place really is haunted. I mean that Needham dude has been dead a long time!” Exclaimed Nevaeh, a little spooked. “Yeah, guys. I don’t think this is a good idea,” Isabella said. “Relax, babe,” Said Andrew, “it’s obviously not haunted. Nevaeh is just trying to scare you.” “Well I, for one, am not scared!” Exclaimed Winter, courageously. “Really, Winter? Is that so? Hmm, then why don’t you enter first?” Asked Penn, not believing Winter. “Fine. I will!” Winter said with confidence. Suddenly, after Winter turned around to open the door, Penn yelled, “Boo!” Winter let out a loud gasping noise and jumped about 3 feet in the air literally. “Oh my God, Penn. You’re such an ass,” Said Nevaeh. “Hmm, but I’m your ass, babe. Okay, wait that totally sounded wrong.” “How did we get so lucky, Nevaeh?” Isabella asked sarcastically. “No shit,” Said Nevaeh, “We really picked ’em, didn’t we?” “Okay, guys stop screwing around. It’s time to get down to business. Like for real. This is happening, guys! It’s really fucking happening!” Winter yelled excitedly. “Okay, on three,” Andrew said. “One… Two… Three!” They broke down the door which seemed easier than it looked. Probably just because it’s so old.
The kids looked around. “I love this place. It’s so aesthetic,” Said Nevaeh. “Yeah, I agree,” Said Isabella. “Hey, why don’t we stay the weekend?” Andrew asked them. “Hell yeah!” They all agreed. “I call this room!” Winter yelled as she ran to claim her spotted room. “See, Bella? It’s not scary at all.” Andrew said. “I guess you’re right Andrew. Man, isn’t this the life?” Isabella said as she slumped in the same chair Tilda’s father sat in. “Hey guys! Party hasn’t started yet! I’ve come bearing a party favor!” Penn yelled. “Penn, don’t. Don’t even try because I’ll press charges for rape!” Nevaeh yelled. “What? No! It’s not condoms! Damn, I thought you trusted me Nevaeh?” Penn asked. “Well I do, I just-just forget it, what do you have in there, Pennpal?” Nevaeh said. “Behold!” Penn pulled out a ouija board from his backpack. “Ah so that’s why you needed that backpack,” Winter laughed. “Winter! This isn’t funny. Penn put it back, we are not playing with that. Not even over my dead body; which, by the way, will be dead if we play!” Nevaeh yelled, freaking out.
“Okay, little girl. Go home and play with your dolls. This is big kid stuff. You wouldn’t understand,” Said Andrew. “Well I’d rather play with dolls than to see your ugly ass face one more time,” Nevaeh said, unenthusiastically. “Look at it! Look at it! Look!” Andrew taunted, pretty much face raping Nevaeh. “Okay, Andrew? If you’re done?” Penn asked, irritated. “Penn, this little baby child needs to go home to her daddy. She does not belong here. Or with you!” Andrew yelled. “That’s it, man. That’s where I draw the line. I’m done with you, dude. Fucking done!” Penn yelled back at Andrew. “Yeah, sounds about right to me,” Isabella said, looking Andrew in the eye. “Wait, come on, babe! Please? I’m sorry.” Andrew said. “Sorry is an action word,” Isabella said, slamming the door on Andrew and leaving him out alone in the dark.
Suddenly, Andrew heard something. As it got closer, it started to become more clear. It was laughter. But who’s? Everybody else was inside. Perhaps he was hearing things?
Oh, no. He sure as hell wasn’t. The demonic laughter came from Evelia Divinity. Yes, Evie was back, along with Ranzee and Kinsley – the three darkest demons currently residing at the Needham Mansion. And this time, Divinity was here to stay.
Once he saw Evelia’s eyes, he immediately went into shock.
Andrew woke up in the closet. It was dark and he couldn’t remember how he got there. But he did feel an awful presence in the closet with him. He felt around for a light and ended up picking up a human arm. He didn’t know until he had felt the palms. He then realized he was laying in a closet full of cadavers. “Oh my God! Help! Help! Somebody help! Please!” But no one could hear him. Then he realized, “Oh shit. Isabella! Baby? Where are you? Can you hear me? Bella!” But Isabella could not hear him. They were downstairs playing with the board. Suddenly, he sees a band of demons. He had to rub his eyes and take a second glance. At this point, he had literally shit his pants. Then, the closet door opened and a light turned on in the bedroom. When he got out, he saw all of the corpses covered in blood, maggots, and bile vomit. He raced to the door as fast as he could, but he wasn’t quick enough. Evelia had locked the door and sealed the windows.
“How do you want to go, my child?… Machete?…Ax?… Knife?..Chainsaw?” Everytime Evelia would speak, her laughter got louder and even more evil. “Or how about I just smash your face in?” Evelia then started screaming in Latin. “Et factus est mihi faciam! This is for Nevaeh!” Suddenly, all the demons danced upon the ceiling, causing a black cloud. Then the entire room turned into darkness. Imagine hell, but worse. Ranzee came in a shiny spotlight and said, “Wait, Evie. Wait! Spare him, please!” “What was that, my child? Are you kidding me?” Evelia asked. “Yes!” Ranzee laughed as she beat the shit out of him with a crowbar, then got a switchblade knife and sliced his body. Then to finish him off, she took the crowbar and impaled him in the stomach. “He’s all yours, Evie. I just wanted my share.”
Meanwhile, back to the others…
“Penn, I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Said Nevaeh. “Yes, but you love me so you have no other choice,” Penn said. “Unfortunately,” Nevaeh dead panned. “Okay, who cares? Let’s just get the ball rolling, yeah?” Winter rushed. “Okay, uh, Bella. You first!” Penn declared. “Cant,” Bella said. “What, so you’re gonna be miss chicken shit again?” Penn asked. “No, I mean I can’t. I can’t help but feel sorry for Andrew. I mean he hasn’t even tried knocking on the door or anything. What if he’s hurt?” Isabella said with tears falling down to her cheek. “There’s nobody out there, Bella. Now let’s do this.” Penn said, rubbing his hands together in excitement. “I’m not sure if I can; not without Andrew.” Isabella cried. “Look, Bella. He probably just went for a walk. Or even took Winter’s car for a drive to clear his head, okay?” Penn assured Bella. “He better not have taken my car!” Winter yelled. “Do you know how expensive a 7 series BMW is? If he wrecks that car…” “He won’t, Winter. Can we just play now?” Penn begged. “Okay, I’ll go first,” Insisted Nevaeh. “Ooh that’s my girl!” Yelled Penn.
So they did the ouija introduction and, of course, Nevaeh just had to ask the dumbest, most cliché question in the world. “Is there a spirit among us?”
Yeah, she’s going to wish she had never said that.
CALLING ALL SPIRITS
“Is there a spirit among us?” Nevaeh asked carelessly.
Their fingers on the spirit eye moved slowly onto ‘yes’. “Dammit, Penn. Stop!” Nevaeh yelled. “Babe, I’m not doing anything, I promise.” “Then Isabella is. Or Winter? Guys, come on!” Yelled Nevaeh. “Dude, we’re not doing it, are we Bella? Unless you’re doing it.” “No,” Said Bella, “I’m not.” “Okay, guys this is freaking me out. I’ve had enough!” Said Nevaeh, freaking out once again. “Babe. Relax. Besides, the fun has just begun,” Penn said to Nevaeh, casually rubbing against her shoulder. “Fun!? Fun!? Penn, there is seriously something wrong with you! This isn’t fun! If there really is a demon here and I’m sure there is, we just pissed it off!” Yelled Nevaeh, infuriated with Penn. “Come on, Nevaeh. It’s just good, clean fun. All this demon shit is just hocus pocus.” Assured Winter. “Okay, you guys go have your ‘fun’. I’m getting out of here!” Yelled Nevaeh. As she headed for the door and opened it, she was thrown back and landed on her back. The door slammed shut. “See, you guys? Are you happy now!?” Nevaeh screamed. The others went to comfort her but they got pushed back from her. It was like a strong wind; strongest wind in history.
The lights started to flicker on and off and you could hear a screech, sounding like nails on a chalkboard. There read a writing on the wall, saying, “Here Lies…” The kids were to scared to try and figure out what that meant.
“I still have my cellphone on me. I’ll call someone,” Said Nevaeh, pulling out her phone. First, she tried her dad. It rang about three times, then he answered. “Dad!” Nevaeh cried, “help! Please!” “Nevaeh? Nevaeh! Where are you?!” Her dad yelled. “I’m sorry, daddy. I disobeyed you and mom. But I need your help!” Then an evil voice chimed in. Nevaeh knew it wasn’t her father. “…how dare you disobey us. Now you’re going to pay for it…” “Dad? Dad! Answer, please.” The phone then hung up. “Shit,” Said Nevaeh as she hit the wall repeatedly, “shit, shit shit!!!”
“What the hell are we gonna do now, Nevaeh?” Winter asked. “Yeah, babe. What’s your next brilliant plan? Penn asked sarcastically. ” Look, it’s not my fault that-” “Silence!” A noise cut Nevaeh off; leaving all of the kids scared and shooken up. “I’m not the only one who heard that right? I… I’m not hearing things, right?” Isabella asked, her voice trembling. “Guys, come on. It’s a prank. It’s probably Andrew… Andrew! Come on, dude. You’re scaring the girls! Enough!” Penn yelled. “It was a woman, Penn. It couldn’t have been Andrew. By the way, where is he?” Nevaeh asked, in a quiet voice. “Knowing him, he probably found a way out and didn’t fucking tell us!” Penn yelled. “Babe, if we don’t make it alive, just know that I love you, and always will,” Promised Nevaeh. “Listen, we’re going to get out of here. We all are. Just… Be patient and find a way out. And once we do, we will tell each other. So, I hate to say this, but we have to split up in order to find a way out.” “Are you insane, Penn? Like for real, there is something seriously wrong with you! Split up!?” Yelled Nevaeh, now infuriated with Penn. “I’m sorry, but don’t you guys want to make it out… Alive!? This is the only way.” Penn said. “Fine. We’ll do it your way. God.” Said Nevaeh. “So Penn made a plan of who goes where. Naturally, he put Nevaeh upstairs… In the upstairs bathroom… Where Tilda was murdered.
Nevaeh tried windows, but she couldn’t even break them. Suddenly, she heard water dripping from the bathtub faucet, behind the curtain. She found a tub full of blood and a doll floating in the blood. She screamed and tried as fast as she could to run down and get Penn. But the door locked. Then rose Tilda…
” Hello, child. Am I not your worst nightmare come true?” Tilda laughed, in a most teeth grinding, screeching, nails on a chalkboard kind of way. This girl was not going to make it out alive. “Who… Who… Who…?” Nevaeh kept stuttering. “Who am I? Ha! That’s for you to find out.” Tilda said. “But it can’t be. You can’t be… A… Demon. You’re not real! Go away!” Yelled Nevaeh. Tilda just kept laughing. “You’re not real, go away! You’re not real! Go away! You’re not fucking real!” Then Tilda chanted “Slaughter your daughter, slaughter your daughter, slaughter your daughter.” As Tilda chanted on, Nevaeh screamed out her chant as well. She refused to believe that this was real.
Tilda knocked Nevaeh out with a brick, then put her in the closet of nightmares…
Nevaeh woke up about 2 hours later. “Huh? Where am I?” She asked herself. She felt around for her phone to use as a flashlight. But all she could feel was something cold and bony. When she finally realized that she was laying on actual dead bodies, she screamed, panicked, and tried to get up. But with all of the bodies surrounding her, it was almost impossible. The closet doors suddenly open and Nevaeh thinks she’s free and tries to get out. But Tilda stops her. “Please. Please just let me go. I’ve never done anything bad. I just want to go home.” Nevaeh quietly told Tilda, in a slight-mannered way. “No such luck.” Then Tilda locked the doors back up.
Meanwhile, as Winter was in the kitchen looking for a way out, kitchen knives started to throw around all over; Winter was suddenly stabbed in both her hands, feet and body. She was stuck to the wall, still alive, but suffering. “Hello, Jesus freak. Nice to see you’ve done my job. Now may you die for my sins!” Tilda disappeared, leaving Winter left for dead.
Penn went down to the basement and saw a window. He tried to open it and it opened. “I think I found my way out,” Penn thought to himself, “I’ve got to go tell the girls!”
As Penn headed for the stairs, the door slammed shut, leaving darkness surrounding. He couldn’t see anything. The entire basement was pitch black. Then, he heard a loud and evil laugh. It was obviously Tilda. “Who’s there?” Tilda laughed louder. “Who’s there? I will fucking kill you if you come any closer!” Penn warned the noise. “With what?” Tilda laughed and suddenly appeared. Penn’s jaw dropped 15 feet down. “This can’t be happening. It just can’t.” Penn said to himself. “Oh, but it is, my dear. And your days are over. Now prepare for doom!” Tilda yelled. “What did I do wrong?” Penn asked. “Hmm, let’s see… You played God in my house! All of you did! And now you’re all going to suffer!” Tilda yelled. “If you hurt my girlfriend, I swear to God…” “Ooh, I wouldn’t use God’s name in vain if I were you. You’d better be careful of what you say. Better yet, now should be the time you repent. Unless you want to stay locked up in this house with me!” Tilda said. “What are you talking about? This isn’t hell.” Said Penn. Tilda sighed. “You see, you’d think that my soul would have been laid to rest. But unfortunately, I spend my eternity in this mansion. It’s not fair. I didn’t nothing wrong. I was murdered, you see. But before my death I was an easygoing, good, and happy person. So, yes, I envy you. I envy every living soul whom walks into this house. Why? Simply because I never had the chance at a normal eternity. Which is why I seek vengeance on every being who comes here. Don’t you get it? If you die then you’re most likely going to have a beautiful and everlasting life. I don’t deserve this. Hell would even be a better place for me. Instead, I’m a sour, mean, and heartless demon who haunts people and kills them.”
“Wow,” Penn said, almost crying. I am so sorry this happened to you. Maybe in another life, we can be friends?”
“You idiot; there is no other life for me. This is it! And I won’t ever be friends with someone who played with my spirit friends on a fucking game board, which is, by the way, not a game! You and your friends have awoken us and that’s your own Goddamn fault! Now you’re going to get what you deserve – pain and suffering… Oh wait, did I say suffering? I meant suffocation!” Tilda laughed. “Wait, what? Suffocation?” Penn said, more scared now than ever.
Tilda but a bag on his head; suffocating him. When he was out completely, she chopped his head off.
Isabella was in the guest room. She had found a hatchet covered in blood. Scared for her life, she tried running out to tell the others what she had found and warn them. But of course, the door slammed shut right whenever she was leaving. Needless to say she ran into the door. Up rises Tilda.
“Hello, pretty.” Tilda said in a very horrific voice. “Oh my God. Nevaeh! Penn! Win-” Before Isabella could finish, Tilda shut her mouth, then zipped it shut. No longer could Isabella open her mouth. At all. She didn’t know what Tilda was capable of; or if her friends we’re all dead. “You, pretty, are coming with me!” Tilda dragged Isabella into the bathroom, then threw her inside her bloodbath. “What’re you going to do to me?” Isabella asked. “I’m going to drown your sorrows. After all, isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?” Tilda said. “Look, I wasn’t even supposed to be here in the first place. I didn’t want to come. My friends made me, okay? So please don’t hurt me. Please let me go. I’ll find my friends and we will be out of here, I promise.” Isabella pleaded. “Oh, and that’s for you to decide? Not on my watch!” Tilda yelled as she pushed her down and started to drown Isabella. But suddenly, Isabella was pulled back up. “Leave her alone, I say!” “Eden??”
STATE OF GRACE
Isabella was saved by a close friend named Eden Grace. Eden had passed two years ago. Somehow she ended up a spirit in the Needham Mansion; the only good spirit in there. The only reason that Eden was put in the Needham Mansion was because Tilda had killed her. She went inside and never came back out, leaving her a missing person for two years. Everybody thought she was dead, but weren’t sure. But now Isabella can prove she had died. “Isabella? Why are you here? You know that if you die here, you can never leave. Your soul will be forever haunted. ” Eden, I’m so glad you’re here. I had no idea that you died. Everyone had stopped looking for you, but I never gave up. I missed you so much. And I didn’t know this. I didn’t know I’d actually die. If I knew that I wouldn’t have let everyone talk me into it,” Said Isabella. “Okay, Tilda. What did you do to the rest?” Eden asked. “I killed them!” Tilda yelled. “All of them?” Eden asked. “Yes. Well, I left that one little girl in the closet of nightmares; leaving her to starve,” Said Tilda. “Thanks for letting me know.” Eden said. But you can’t have her! She’s mine. You can take this little shit if you need. But I need the other one.” Suddenly, Eden Grace put up her hand and flew Tilda into the bathroom cupboard and locked it. Who ever knew that someone was more powerful than Tilda herself?
“Let’s go find her,” Eden told Isabella. “Who is it, Eden?” “I’m not sure. But we will see.”
Opening up the closet doors, she finds Nevaeh, lying in filth. “Oh my God, Nevi!” “Eden…? What’re you doing here?” Nevaeh asked. “Nevi, I died in here. Two years ago.” “That’s why you were missing! I totally get it now.” Said Nevaeh. “Okay, well no time for chit chat, we have to go. I’m only so much stronger than Tilda. Within minutes she could fly out.
Eden let Nevaeh and Isabella out of the house. ” Aren’t you coming, Edy?” Asked Nevaeh. “Can’t. I live here now. I’m dead, remember? But please do me a favor and never come back to the Needham Mansion. It’s far too dangerous!” Said Eden. “Of course not. I love you, Eden!” Said Nevaeh. “Love you!” Said Isabella. “I love y’all too.Goodbye.That was the spirit to end all spirits. The Needham mansion was taken over by Eden and all the evil spirits were trashed out of the mansion and damned to hell.”
“Let’s go find her,” Eden told Isabella. “Who is it, Eden?” “I’m not sure. But we will see.”
Opening up the closet doors, she finds Nevaeh, lying in filth. “Oh my God, Nevi!” “Eden…? What’re you doing here?” Nevaeh asked. “Nevi, I died in here. Two years ago.” “That’s why you were missing! I totally get it now.” Said Nevaeh. “Okay, well no time for chit chat, we have to go. I’m only so much stronger than Tilda. Within minutes she could fly out.
Eden let Nevaeh and Isabella out of the house. ” Aren’t you coming, Edy?” Asked Nevaeh. “Can’t. I live here now. I’m dead, remember? But please do me a favor and never come back to the Needham Mansion. It’s far too dangerous!” Said Eden. “Of course not. I love you, Eden!” Said Nevaeh. “Love you!” Said Isabella. “I love y’all too.Goodbye.That was the spirit to end all spirits. The Needham mansion was taken over by Eden and all the evil spirits were trashed out of the mansion and damned to hell.”
Happy Times, Happy Rhymes (Song 9/15/19)
If you love her so much,
Why don’t you marry her?
This girl has got it all,
But I’m the one to fall.
She claims she loves you,
She gives you kisses and hugs, too.
But is that really enough though?
Only living for exes and oh’s?
You poor poor thing,
You washed me right down the drain.
You know, you could have me,
We could live happily.
But no, you chose to be with her,
And away, I wither.
The girl hurts you,
You just follow through.
Be your better,
Just forget her.
Tear up that letter,
Be an ex trendsetter.
If she’s the one,
The damage is done.
Away I’ll run,
Just know that I’m undone.
So she wrote you,
When you left home.
The words were shitty, too.
I used to have you on my palm.
The girl is psycho,
Can’t you see?
This life is mine, though.
I live for me.
You know, you could have me,
We could live happily.
But no, you chose to be with her,
And away, I wither.
The girl hurts you,
You just follow through.
Be your better,
Just forget her.
Tear up that letter,
Be an ex trendsetter.
If she’s the one,
The damage is done.
Away I’ll run,
Just know that I’m undone.
If you loved her that much,
We wouldn’t still be in touch.
I can’t guarantee it,
That she doesn’t give two shits.
She’s a fucking whore,
Need I say more?
She runs this town like a cat,
What the hell is up with that?
Be your better,
Just forget her.
Tear up that letter,
Be an ex trendsetter.
If she’s the one,
The damage is done.
Away I’ll run,
Just know that I’m undone.
Be your better,
Just forget her.
Tear up that letter,
Be an ex trendsetter.
If she’s the one,
The damage is done.
Away I’ll run,
Just know that I’m undone.
Be your better,
Just forget her.
Tear up that letter,
Be an ex trendsetter.
If she’s the one,
The damage is done.
Away I’ll run,
Just know that I’m undone.
Thanks for picking me,
I’m glad you finally see.
That girl was useless,
Now our love is endless.
Just kidding,
That’s not true.
We’re not together,
So fuck you.
I thought you were the one,
But now I’m done.
But soft, she ran away?
Oh, I’m sorry.
With me, you should’ve stayed,
But don’t worry…
Because now that you know her worth,
You should have fucking married her.
Crazy Kari’s Diary 