It was on a quiet Saturday morning that a young girl named Rose was born. Rose was a beautiful young child. She grew to be even more beautiful as a seventeen year old artist. She could draw very fascinating things. Sometimes she would go to the old cemetery to draw the headstones of the fallen.
One night, Rose and her mother got into a fight so Rose snuck out into the cold night. She walked all the way to the cemetery where one of her favorite headstones sat waiting for her. Rose sat under the pale moonlight next to the grave of Thachery Sfale. And there, under the night, she heard his voice. No one understands you, it said. I do, he whispered. Rose wasn't scared of the voice she was hearing. She listened with open ears. I've watched you everyday that you have come here. I'm fascinated with you. I feel that you are a good person and no one should treat you the way they do, Thachery whispered. You have to kill them. Kill all the people who have hurt you. Rose listened obediently and killed her mother and all the people she had madness for. Thachery told her many things and made her kill many people until one day, she killed herself to be with him. To this very day, Rose and Thachery lie side by side waiting for the next victim.
Sent in by Kortney Aumend, Copyright 2009
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