I don’t know why, or what she wanted but, for the sake of the story, no real names will be given. Hi, my name is Primrose Ann, but people call me Pastel for the sake of my bouncy, and optimistic attitude. I would always remember going to sleep like always and waking up like normal. Well that is until we moved. We used to live in a bustling city in a beautiful 3 story apartment, with people on the streets, children at school, and people working. But the house we moved into... let’s just say it wasn’t like our old one. We moved into a rural area, with barely anyone around, all you could see for miles on end was fields and fields of tall grass, speckled with bright yellow dandelions. I have to admit that was pretty. The house was the black sheep; it didn’t seem at all happy and welcoming as everything else was, it just stood there glaring at anything it laid eyes on. The windows were crooked, creepy and freaky floors and doors and dark, old, rotting wood. I bite my bottoms lip and gag a little as I look at the mushrooms growing out the sides of the walls. But soon we refurnish the place and it feels more like home. But the strange part is, hardly anyone was there. Occasionally, we see 1 or 2 people, but... no one wants to acknowledge our existence it seems. The part that scares me the most is when I sleep. Right before I go to bed, I read a normal textbook. But every time I shut my eyes, I can see the faint outline of a woman sitting on the side of my bed, twisting her neck almost all the way around to look at me. She had that “Help me” face on her. But I always shook the thought away. At first, I would scream, but of course there was nothing there. After the first few times, I got used to it. The woman was still there. So eventually I did some research. I will never forget what I saw that day. That woman, was a loving great grandmother, and apparently she was extremely overly protective of her kin. Kin was bullied? Argue with the bully’s parents. Kin got hurt? Argue with the bully’s parents. So eventually the bully’s parents had enough, so they killed her, early in the morning, breaking into her house, and snapping her old, brittle neck. We moved away shortly after. But even today, sometimes I feel like someone is breathing on my neck and whispering the words “Help me” into my ear...

Story is told by Bloodshed Flower