She watches me. She always does. I only look at her through the corner of my eye. Her face is pale, like the moon. A catch glimpses of red, her eyes. She wears a white dress. It’s oh-so pretty! It looks like those wedding dresses in mommies magazines! It’s stained on the bottom, brown, but the rest is so pretty.
When I first saw her, I was scared. I didn’t know who she was. I screamed until my lungs hurt. My mommy didn’t come. But the woman comforted me. I couldn’t see her face, she was hidden in the shadows. She whispered at me quietly, and her voice was so silky, like the stream behind our house. I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I had cobwebs in my hair. I didn’t mind, I didn’t mind spiders. I set them free into the house. My mommy came into my room and scolded at me for making such a mess. Her words were hard against my cheek. But I knew I had done badly, and carried the mark all day.
The woman returned that night and saw the mark on my face. She got so angry, that I finally saw her own. It was like a porcelain doll I had in my room. Her face was perfectly clear, two round pink circles on her cheeks. Her eyes were a glowing red, like the stove when turned on to hot. Her lips were small and bright pink, curled into a small smile.
Except, when she was angry, her whole face cracked, and her mouth opened, revealing hundreds of large, pointed teeth. A thin red tongue flicked out, lashing out angrily. I backed away, covering myself with blankets and pillows, whimpering like a wounded puppy. ”She didn’t mean to!”
Her eyes glowed bright in the darkness of my room. As soon as she saw I was afraid, her face stilled, and her doll face came back, smiling sweetly. She stroked my cheek and told me it was all okay. She was going to make all okay.
She stood up, her dress beautiful, and absentmindedly, I reached out and touched it. It felt so silky, with edges made of lace. It ran through my fingers like water, and she reached down and grabbed my hand, maybe a little too tightly. Her hand was frigid cold, and I shivered slightly. With the sweetest smile in the world, the woman tucked me in, smoothed my hair.
"Everything will be alright." She said softly, her words as smooth as the silk on her dress. She turned around, and left through my door, closing it quietly. Which was strange, because she always left through the window. I lay back, and closed my eyes. Sleep pulled over me, but I was woken up by a scream. It was muffled, but in my daze of sleepiness, I assume it was just from my sleep. It was done anyway. Nice and quiet. I rolled over and fell asleep.
When I woke up, there were sirens outside. The police came barging in. They dragged me from my room. My heels dragged in something red. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her. Her hands were stained red, and instead of pink, her lips were maroon. In her palm, was a hand.
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