Hiiii So first, HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Second, I wanted to tell you about of of my favorite YouTubers. Her name is LavenderTowne. Why am I telling you this? Well, in her latest video, HORROR TROPES IN 2020 [modernizing monster cliches] she accidentally kind of drew Crimson. So, uh, yeah. That happened. And you know who else drew Crimson? Lilcrazydoggo56! Check out their and CrazyCatLady's blog here: I'm so happy to see all the bloggers making blogs and stuff! It's Night of The Living Bloggers (comment if you got that pun)! Okay, bye! And have a
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I know most of you have already read my story about Crimson, but it is now on an online newpaper!!!!!
Spooky Story #4 Guys - my obsession with red hair is making its way into my subconscious. Everyone in my dreams has red hair!!! “What?!” Aspen cried. “That is the most vague thing I have ever heard! Why would there be a door in the - Oaklands?! What are the Oaklands anyway?!” “The Oaklands are what we use to call the woods in Prosperity Park,” James said. “But this is weird! Whoever wrote this letter must’ve known about that, and we don’t know any “Patroness”. Wait, have they been stalking us?” Aiden scoffed. “This is probably just some stupid prank. Let’s just keep going.” Ed raised her eyebrows. “Yeah, a stupid prank that hid a letter in a sealed package, that knew Vivienne was gonna give this to us, and that has a key!” she said sarcastically. “Come on, ‘Den, it’s totally magic! Or magick. Or majic. Or-” “Okay, okay we get it!” Aiden interrupted. “It’s magic!” “Thank you,” said Ed. Said Ed. Ha, that rhymes. “Well, I think we should go,” insisted James. “Asha?” “I guess, if you guys want to.” “Aspen?” “Why not?” “Well then it’s settled.” James declared. “What?! But I-” protested Aiden. “Four against one, bruh.” laughed Ed. So they set off to the Oaklands. *** “We’ve been searching for too long!” complained Aiden. “Let’s just go back.” Ed sighed. “You've been nothing but complaining for the past half hour, and we’re not going back now, so I suggest you shut up and help us search!” *** “AHA!” yelled Aspen. “What?” “They found-” “A door?” “Really?” Sure enough, they found a door in a large rock, hidden by a curtain of ivy. Everyone clambered through, but Aiden remained outside. “Sure, yeah, you guys just go climbing into rocks! Yeah, no thanks. I’ll stay right here, and tell me if there’s anything down there!” he said sarcastically “Really?” Ed was unimpressed. “Are you… scared?” she smirked. “What?! No, of course not!” Aiden cried, trying to defend his honor. “Then come on!”Ed yelled. She’d had enough. “Jeez…” muttered Aiden. “I HEARD THAT!” When they entered the rock, they found themselves in a narrow passage with stairs, lit by twinkling lights on the ceiling. They looked almost like stars. Led by Aspen, everyone descended the stone steps into a small underground room. There were three doors leading out of it, including the one they came from. In the corner was a table apparently made from a single tree, with matching chairs surrounding it. On the wall opposite them, there was a fireplace with a blazing fire in it, and something was cooking in a cauldron. There was a counter with lots of cupboards, some of which were open, letting them see the spices and herbs inside. Woven tapestries covered the walls - images of faerie circles, forests, animals, and - wait - a tapestry depicting the party! How was that even possible? Animals roamed everywhere; frogs, squirrels, housecats! The room was lit with candles and more twinkly lights. And in front of the fire sat a woman in a white dress. Asha whispered that they shouldn’t be here, and everyone agreed and started to turn back when the woman turned around. “Wait,” she said. Her words felt powerful, and everyone turned around timidly, even Aiden. Her skin was the color of a weeping willow trunk, her eyes were a vibrant blue, and her hair - well, it looked like her hair was the branches of a willow tree. She wore a white dress that touched the ground, and had a sparrow on her shoulder. “Who are you?” asked Aiden. “I am your Patroness.” she said. “I need your help. Someone has put a curse on this town, which will create a repeat, where one day repeats itself over and over again. After tomorrow, today will repeat itself. Now, no one wants that, so I found a way to break the curse, but there was a catch. It needs to be done by humans. Five, exactly. So, I sent my sparrows to look around for five humans, preferably friends. And there you were! The perfect match! Now-” This probably sounds unbelievable, and it was for a moment, but the Patroness said everything so matter-of-factly that they couldn’t help but believe her. “Wait,” said Aspen. “Why should we do this for you?” Ed sidled up to them. “Pleeease? It’s for a good cause! And we only have to help her once! Besides, how could someone with pet sparrows be bad?” “Yes, all of that. Plus, you don’t want to be stuck in today forever, do you?” asked Patroness. “I guess not,” answered Aspen. “What do we have to do?” Patroness cleared her throat. “You must carve 10 pumpkins - that’s two for each - wind 5 clocks backwards, find a yellow and orange leaf, and place the sun in this teacup.” “Sounds easy enough,” said Ed. “EASY ENOUGH?” cried Aiden. “What part about lowering the sun into this teacup did you not understand?!” Ed smiled. “Well that’s easy, haven’t you ever seen over the garden wall? You just put it on a stump as the sun is setting and wait for it to go in! But the sun is almost set! We have to hurry!” Ed dashed up the stairs and out the door. She placed the teacup on the top of the rock just as the sun went down… there. She brought the cup back to the Patroness, who said, thank you, my child. “Now we have to carve the pumpkins!” said Asha. “Do you have any?” The Patroness sighed. I’m afraid not, she said. “But that’s easy then!” cried James. “We can just bring the pumpkins that we already carved! That’ll work, right?” The Patroness nodded. So everyone bolted out the door, ran home and grabbed their pumpkins, then came back panting. “Wonderful!” cried the Patroness. Next, she handed them each a clock. “Wind it backwards.” It took a while - as Aiden said, who even winds clocks anymore? - but they finally figured it out. Now there was just one last thing. The leaves! That was easy enough. When they had everything reunited, they were confused. Nothing had happened. But then, the Patroness snapped her fingers. The objects floated into the air. She glided out the door and placed them on top of the rock. Taking a piece of orange chalk, she drew a circle around them. “Look away,” she advised. She chanted a poem in a language they did not understand, and the objects began to glow. With each verse, they got brighter, until there was a flash of light, and they were gone. The Patroness turned back to the kids, still averting their eyes. “Thank you. You have done your town a great service. Now get on with your Trick or Treating, and a Merry Halloween to you! Bonus spooky story: That story wasn’t as spooky as my other ones, so here’s a (short!) bonus to ease your craving for spooks. There are stories of the ghost ship, but I don’t believe them. I’m going to prove them wrong. I’m going to sail out onto the bay on a full moon. *** I start the motor on my small rowboat, shivering in the fog. I should have brought my coat - what was I thinking? Ignore it. Ignore it. The motor runs steady, until I reach the cove where the ship is. It fizzles out with a gust of wind. Ignore it. Ignore it. I wrench a board from the side and use it to paddle. The moon is so bright! It hurts my eyes… ignore it. Ignore it. The wind howls. It sounds like a ghost. Ignore it. Ignore it. Am I going crazy? Ignore it. Ignore it. There are no ghosts… but then what was that ripple? Ignore it. Ignore it. A splash makes me jump. It tips the boat. I steady it. Ignore it. Ignore it. I shiver again. Ignore it. Ignore it! I peer into the distance. What is that shadow on the horizon? It looks like… no. I sail towards it. Just a rock. A cracking noise comes from the side of the boat where I took the board from. Ignore it. Ignore it. More cracks. Ignore it. More cracks-the boat falls apart! It’s fine, I can swim. Just-can I swim? Suddenly, I can’t remember if I ever learned. Where am I going anyway? What was I doing? All I know is that this water is cold. Wait. What’s that? A board has stabbed- wait. A cold hand is dragging me out of the water. But is it cold? Am I cold? The hand is taking me to a ship- the ghost ship! But ghosts don’t exist. “Yes they do. You’re one yourself.” says the hand. HAVE A HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Spooky Story #3 I love this story, and I’ve grown so attached to my cast of characters, I might have to make it a series! Do not fear, however, I’ll still continue Mrs Ma’am’s! I might just do one of these for holidays or special occasions… what do you guys think? Let me know in the comments! Also, yes, I way or may not have an obsession with red hair… it’s so pretty! And, the Weasleys! Finally, it was Halloween night! Everyone had their costumes assembled to perfection, and now it was just time for the finishing touches. In their respective houses, Aspen, Asha, Aiden, Edana, and James all hurriedly pulled on their costumes, grabbed their trick or treating bags, and dashed out the door. They were late! When Aiden and Edana, the red-haired twins, arrived at the Meeting Place, they found that they were the first. The Meeting Place was a thicket of bushes on the corner of Griffin Street that was big enough for five people to hide in. Aiden, Edana, Asha, and James had found it when they became friends on Halloween exactly 4 years ago, in second grade. Since then, they always went Trick or Treating together, and this year, someone new was joining their party, as Edana called it. Aspen was new in school, and everyone in the party thought that they were awesome. They had common interests with everyone. D&D with Edana, cooking with James, soccer with Aiden, and… well, Asha hadn’t really talked to them yet. She was shy. Next to arrive was Asha herself, anxiously scratching a mosquito bite on her caramel-colored skin. What if Aspen doesn’t like me? she thought nervously. A loud voice interrupted her thoughts. “Classic Ash,” Aiden said. “Are you really stressing out right now? It’s Halloween, what could go wrong?” “Aiden, shh!” scolded Edana. “I’m trying to write a campaign!” Aiden rolled his eyes. “Come on, Ed, what part of Halloween night don’t you understand? Put away your nerdbook!” Edana’s “nerdbook” as Aiden called it, was where she wrote down all of her D&D campaigns, characters, and stats, among other things. Suddenly, James came clattering down the street. He was dressed as Mace Windu from the Star Wars prequels, and he had accidentally dropped his lightsaber. “Yikes!” he yelped. “Really, James?” Aiden scoffed. “Mace Windu? He’s kinda lame…” James picked up his lightsaber and drew himself up. “He is not lame, Aiden! You’re just saying that because you refuse to watch the prequels!” “Yeah, ‘cause they’re dumb!” “‘Den, they’re actually good,” Edana joined in. “You really should watch them,” said Asha. “Psh- I already know all I need to know about Darth Vader.” “But do you?” said Aspen. Everybody jumped. They hadn’t heard them coming. Aspen laughed. “Sorry about that. I tend to sneak up on people.” They surveyed everyone’s costumes. “Uh, Mace Windu, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, soccer player - seriously, Aiden? Real Madrid? And… I’m guessing your D&D character?” Edana - you know what, I’m tired of calling her Edana. Everyone called her Ed, and I don’t see why I shouldn’t. Ed grinned happily. “Yup! Madalynne Maelie! But… who are you? And… did you dye your hair blonde?!” Aspen grinned equally as widely as Ed. “Yes! Extensions, too! I’ll dye it back to purple after. Or maybe pink… green? I’m a Valkyrie!” they said happily. “Like in Marvel?” James asked. Aspen’s grin didn't fade a bit. “I thought you might say that. Here!” They handed James a paper. “It’s from the Wikipedia article about Valkyries.” “Ohhhhh.” “What?” said Aiden, never one to be left out. “Well, Valkyries are from Norse Mythology. Basically they’re female warriors that guide souls who died in battle to the afterlife.” “Ohhhhh.” Ed snickered. She already knew about Valkyries. She and Asha had done a research project on them two years ago. She brushed some dust off her homemade foam armor and adjusted her elf ears, then said,“Well, let’s get going! That candy isn’t going to collect itself!” Laughing, they set off, but Asha was nervous. What if she was excluded in favor of Aspen? She wasn’t exactly popular at school, and what if she never made any friends? These weren’t thoughts to have on Halloween night. Just as she was contemplating leaving the party and going home, Aspen ran up to her. They hooked their arm into hers and said kindly, “Is something wrong, Asha?”Asha wasn’t going to tell them, but… they just seemed so understanding, so she did. “Oh my god, Asha!” Aspen said, shocked. “I would never do that on purpose! If you need me to leave, I will!” Asha mumbled, “No, it’s okay”, but she felt better. She joined in the lively chatter. “So,” said Aspen. “It’s my first Halloween here. Any tips? People to avoid? Rich houses? Haunted houses?” At hearing this, James proceeded to recite the rules of Halloween that they had made a long time ago. “The Rules of Halloween Rule 1: Avoid Mr MacGregor, but say hi to Vivienne. Rule 2: Never walk to the end of Franklin Street. Rule 3: Be polite (our parents made us add that one) Rule 4: Never do a double costume. Rule 5: Black licorice, nuts, and toothbrushes have no trade value.” “Huh,” said Aspen. “When I asked for tips, I wasn’t expecting to get that! Couple questions: who are Mr MacGregor and Vivienne? Why can’t we walk to the end of Franklin Street? And why no double costumes?” Ed looked up from her nerdbook. “Mr MacGregor is a grumpy old man who never gives candy, and he gets mad if you ask. Vivienne’s his granddaughter, and she’s really nice. She’s three years older than us.” James chimed in, “We can’t walk to the end of Franklin Street because once someone got hit by a car there, and they come back to haunt on Halloween.” Surprisingly, Aspen wasn’t fazed. “Okay, but what about double costumes?” James snickered. “That’s a long story.” *** They’d been Trick or Treating for about an hour now, following all the rules and as a result getting lots of candy. They were just comparing the chocolate bars Vivienne had given them. “Okay,” said Asha, who was becoming less and less shy around Aspen. “So I got two Snickers, Ed’s got a full-size Twix, Aiden has Reese’s Pieces, and James has a- what?” “A Cadbury. It’s a kind of British chocolate bar.” “And James has a Cadbury. What did you get, Aspen?” Aspen had a strange look on their face. It was like a mix between bewilderment, shock, and fear. “I-I got a Mounds.” “Aspen, is something wrong?” asked James. “Well, I opened the wrapper to eat it-and instead of a bar there was a letter and a key.” Having played in several tabletop games and reading lots of fantasy novels, Ed was understandably excited about this. “YES!” She pumped her fist. “I’ve been waiting to go on an epic adventure my whole life!! What’s it say?” Aspen handed her the letter. Here is what it said: Dearest Aspen, Edana, Aiden, James, and Asha, I have watched you for the past few days, and I have decided that you are fit for the task. This key will open a door in the Oaklands, and you will find me there. I will explain everything. Sincerely, Your Patroness TO BE CONTINUED Hi guys! So this is kind of an "announcement" post. I want to apologize for last week's bad story. I wrote it late and was super stressed. My next story is coming soon, and it'll be in two parts! Also, my school gave me a week off last week (Background character: Why? me: I don't know, okay?) so I went on a road trip to Idyllwild with my parents. We went to a thrift store (YAS THRIFTING FOR DA WIN!) and I got this doll for $15 when ordinarily she would have been around $60! What a bargain! I'll probably post some pics of the trip on the "Photos" page soon, and please enjoy this photograph of Vivienne MacGregor! Hey, should I write a story about her?
Spooky story #2
“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary.” You may know these words from the classic slumber party game, Bloody Mary, where one stands in front of a mirror and chants 3 times, “Bloody Mary” in the hopes of summoning an evil spirit. But what you may not know is that these were also the words said by Sheila Wickham exactly 1 hour before her death. “Go on Sheila!” cried the five other girls attending Shelley’ slumber party. “Don’t be a chicken!” Sheila sighed. She was thoroughly practical, and didn’t believe in this Bloody Mary nonsense. She took a candle and headed towards the mirror. Sighing, Sheila looked at the other girls and said, “I’m only doing this to prove you wrong.” Then she turned back around and chanted, “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary.” Nothing happened. Sheila turned back around, ready to give the other girls a strong “I told you so”, but all the girls had their backs turned to her. “Shelley? Willow? Meg? Anybody?” Sheila said, exasperatedly. “I know you’re trying to scare me, and it’s not working!” Suddenly, Shelley whipped her head around. “Ah, a skeptic.” Her voice sounded distorted, and her eyes glowed with red light. Sheila sighed. “I’ve told you already, I’m not falling for your tricks, so quit it!” she said, her voice rising. “Quit it, hm?” This time it was Becca. “I don’t think so, Sheel.” Now Willow was doing it too? “Ugh!” Sheila groaned. “Seriously, guys.” “Seriously…” said Meg. “What?” finished Theo. “Snap out of it, you weirdos!” Sheila shouted. This was getting annoying. “Okay, blah, I’m scared! Now stop!” “Blah?” inquired Meg. “Scared?” asked Theo. “Stop?” Becca punctuated this with a laugh. “I see we have a skeptic among us, girls.” Shelley grinned. “Argh! What did I do to deserve this?!” Sheila cried. “Well, Sheel, don’t you remember?” “You stood in front of the mirror and chanted…” “Bloody Mary,” “Bloody Mary,” “Bloody Mary.” “And…” “That means…” “That you will die…” “In exactly 50 minutes.” “And during those 50 minutes…” “We can do whatever we want…” “To you.” Grinning, each girl pulled out one object from behind them. Meg, a rope. Becca, a needle. Willow, a silk cloth. Theo, a belt. And Shelley, A knife. To save you from having to read the agonizing descriptions of what the girls did to Sheila, I’ll end the story here. Sorry it was short. As you can probably guess, the girls were possessed by Bloody Mary. The next story will be out on time. Spooky Story #1 In collaboration with XIII of Merp the Blog and Oliver Twist of Potato Productions, I’m writing one Halloween story for every week in October. Check out everyone else’s stories, and Happy Spook Month! This story is inspired by Mary Shelley, who you may know as the author of Frankenstein. After her husband Percy died from drowning at age 29, his heart couldn’t be cremated, likely from his having tuberculosis earlier in life. Mary took to carrying it around with her in a silk bag. Creepy huh? Well, read the story!! A new family is moving into the house next door. Well, I don’t think you could really call it that. A fourteen-year-old girl, a catatonic mother, an old and creaky gardener, and a quiet housemaid. Who even has maids anymore? They don’t seem like the kind of people who would move to a sleepy beachside town like Shellshore, nor to the house next door. The house next door is a mansion, and could be described the same way as the gardener. Old and creaky. It looks like something out of a Tim Burton movie, with its four stories, leaning roofs, and dull dark gray outside. I don’t know why they need a gardener, though. The front yard is barely five square feet, and it hasn’t been watered or tended to in years. The dirt is probably rock-hard by now. The “family” has been living there for about two days now. I wonder if the girl is going to come to public school. She seems… eccentric. I’ve only seen her twice, once when the movers were bringing in a large, old-fashioned steamer trunk and a glass case covered with a stained red velvet cloth. She seemed to be directing them somewhere. The other time was when she came out with a wooden box, soil, seed packets, and a watering can. After she had filled her little box with soil, she shook some seeds into her hand. They were bright red and-squishy? I blinked, but she had already planted them. Finally, she watered them with some extremely dirty-looking water. She had long red hair, set in two braids tied with neon elastics. The few times I’ve seen her, she has been wearing girly pink dresses with flower or bunny patterns. They’re usually very faded, and ALWAYS have some suspicious-looking stains on them. For some reason, she has a silk bag dangling from her waistband. It too has stains. Today, my mom baked lasagna to give to the new neighbors. We brought them over at a seemingly bad time, because when we rang the doorbell, we heard frantic shouting from inside. “Clean it up, someone’s at the door!” “Keep your hair on! I’m doing it!” Finally, someone opened the door. It was the girl. “Sorry about that! We spilled some punch. I’m Crimson! Who are you?” Always cheerful, my mom smiled widely, saying “Hi Crimson! Nice to meet you! We just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood with some lasagna! I’m Shirley, and this is Leo! We live right next door. I hope you’ll come over sometime soon!” Crimson grimaced, then quickly shifted to a wide grin matching my mother’s. “That is SO nice of you, Shirley! I’m really excited to get to know you!” she bubbled. After a lot of giggling and chattering on Mom and Crimson’s part, we finally left. Looking back at the house, I thought I saw someone throw Mom’s lasagna out the window. A few days after that strange encounter, Crimson enrolled at the same middle school I go to. It’s October, which is a really crazy time at Shellshore Middle. Everyone is obsessed with Halloween. In English, we read ghost stories. In science, we dissect bats. In gym, we do Halloween workout videos. Not to mention all of the events! The Halloween Dance, Ghost Story Night, Pumpkin Carving Potluck, Harvest Festival, etc. Crimson seems to be fine with it. I’ve even heard her telling spooky urban legends to the sixth graders. When our homeroom teacher, Mr Galibatsi, introduced her in class, there was somewhat of an uproar. In all seriousness, I don’t think there’s ever been a new student here, so you can imagine the reaction. Crimson went from being the “new girl” to the most popular girl in school almost overnight. There’s always at least fifteen people sitting at her lunch table and bombarding her with questions. Most of the teachers love her too. She knows all the creepy classics in English, and fascinates our science teacher with an uncanny knowledge of the human body, as well as most rodents. Even though she could be friends with basically whoever she wants, Crimson seems to like hanging around me. Me. The shy nerd with no friends. Everyone asks her why, but she just answers, “He has useful parts.” She comes to my house every day after school, which delights my mother. They have a great time gossiping about everything from Kelly’s manicure to Mr Galibatsi’s unfortunate skin condition. I don’t really mind though. Once they’re done, me and Crimson like to catch bugs in the garden, or read poetry. She likes all the same poets as me, and knows every bug or plant’s scientific name. Also, she collects jam jars. Whenever my mom finishes a jam, she gives the jar immediately to Crimson. I’m not really sure what she does with them, though. Crimson’s one of the nicest and smartest people I’ve ever met, but she just won’t tell me what’s in her little silk pouch. I try and try to find out, but she denies me every time. Even though we hang out every day, she always has to be home by 5:00. Crimson says she has to, because her mother’s needs insist. I don’t know how someone in a coma could be so needy! I don’t know why she’s in a coma, either. Now I think about it, Crimson’s very secretive. She’s never invited me over, and she won’t tell me what’s in her pouch, what she uses jam jars for, why her mom’s in a coma, where she’s from, what she planted in her garden, or even her last name! She’s a mystery wrapped in a bubbly exterior. It’s been almost two and a half weeks since Crimson moved here. I still haven’t met the gardener or the maid, nor has she invited me over. Halloween is in three days. I’m going as a vampire, and Crimson is apparently going to be a bunny? I’m not sure why she would want to do that, but it would make sense considering the fact that she wears a lot of bunny-pattern dresses. It’s getting very strange to be their neighbor. They seem to be throwing away a lot of food, because their dumpster is full of uneaten salads, lasagnas, steaks, and other foods. We frequently hear strange noises coming from their house. Squelching, splattering, screaming, knives sharpening, etc. When I asked, Crimson said it was their Halloween sound machine. I’m not so sure, but what other explanation could there be? It wasn’t like Crimson and the maid were murdering people every night! It’s Halloween night, and I’m supposed to go over to Crimson’s house to watch horror movies. She got invited to approximately 25 parties but refused them all. I’m still confused as to why she prefers me over society, but at least I have a friend. Crimson meets me at the door with a bowl of candy. She must be really hot, she’s wearing a huge furry bunny suit. Crimson leads me through her house. There’s barely any furniture, except a worn, gray couch and an end table here and there. All of the curtains are drawn, and the walls are painted black. It’s very austere. Here and there, I see jam jars with random things pickling in brine; cacti, mugs, even books! Is this what she uses them for? We walk for a while, until we get to the stairs to the basement. Crimson asks me, “Do you promise not to tell anyone what you see down here?” This, as you might think, makes my mind dream up a million disturbing possibilities, but I say, “Okay.” She starts down the stairs, removing her bunny costume as she goes. Underneath, she has on a faded lavender dress with a pattern of strawberries. A lab coat hangs from a peg on the wall. Crimson puts it on, and removes something from the pocket. It’s a silver knife. “Crimson? Wha-what’s going on?” I sputter. She doesn’t answer, but snaps her fingers. The maid comes shuffling down the stairs. She’s wearing the kind of costume old-fashioned waitresses used to wear. Her apron is splattered with… wine? It can’t be blood. In any case, the maid grabs my shoulders and veers me towards the center of the room. There’s a blood-splattered hospital gurney off to one side. The maid drags it into the center of the room. “Sit.” I obey. Crimson, meanwhile, has been snapping on a pair of Latex gloves and goggles. “Well, Leo. I guess this is what it has come to.” she says. “What do you mean?” “Might as well tell you, since you’re going to die anyway. “You see, my mother has a life threatening illness to which there is no cure. But before she went into her coma, she told me a way to resurrect her. I must assemble her a body using other people’s organs, then insert her brain and heart. And that is what I came here to do. My steamer trunk holds my collection of pickled body parts, and the glass case is where I keep the finest of them. I keep my mother’s brain and heart in the little silk pouch you’re always asking about.” She gestures to the steamer trunk and glass case in the corner. “But I realised, why not just do it for Mother? I could use an assistant! That is where Ellen came from. Mr What’s-his-name, the gardener, was just someone I took on to use for body parts, but he was too old for them to be any use. So we had to dispose of him.” The maid grins and holds up a severed hand. “But when I met you, I realized that you would be the perfect donor for Mother’s lungs! So I befriended you and your mother, all the while collecting more components for Mother’s new body. And now that you’re here, I can get my mother back again!” Ellen ties me to the gurney, giggling maniacally. Crimson sharpens a scalpel, and other equally sharp tools. She advances. “I’m sorry, Leo. But I have to do this.” She slides the scalpel into my chest. EPILOGUE She rises After a long sleep, she feels refreshed She looks around A young girl stands there Crying with joy “Mother” The girl says “Crimson” The mother says They embrace THE END XIII and Oliver's blogs: P.S. What did you guys think of the ending? Do you ship Crimson and Leo? Let me know in the comments!
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