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Suddenly a knock came, it was his estranged wife, "Darling I am sorry, and I need you in
my life",
She begged that he would answer, then decided use her key, as she entered she was calling,
"Darling where are you? it's me"
As she came in from the kitchen, slamming closed the back door, she spied him lying
injured, on the hallway floor.
He called to her "come closer, for I think that I will die, and before I do my darling I
need you at my side"
She knelt down beside him, placed his head upon her knee, she panicked as she looked
around, the body she did see,
"Who is that?" she asked him, "that girl with golden hair, and why is she wrapped up in a
rug at the very top of the stairs?"
The voices spoke again to him, "kill her or she will tell, if you kill her now we promise
you can have her down in hell"
He beckoned she come closer, as on his words he seemed to choke, and as she trustingly
moved into him, he stabbed her in the throat.
It was several days later before the bodies were ever found, the blond haired girl up the
stairs, and the couple on the ground.
Police were called to investigate,and the verdict of their fate, this was a crime of
passion, of vengeful female hate.
They concluded that the wife returned unexpected to the home, and when entering the
property found her husband not alone,
In fits of rage and jealousy she took a sword from off the wall, her intention was to
murder them, death to one and all.
They believed the girl was just to heavy for the wife to move downstairs, even commenting
and complimenting the girls beautiful blond hair,
With her husband now, she pushed him, as he fell against her knife, he must of been
reluctant, to harm his estranged wife.
The lovers dead she could not face the truth of what she''d done, and slit her throat in
sheer disgust of the vengeance she had spun.
Opening up the boot of the car, that the wife had been seen driving, something wrapped in
a woolen rug was obviously hiding.
The body of a dark haired man, with a bullet in his head, looked as if for at least 6 days
this fella had been dead.
See what no one ever realised, and no one ever knew, the voices speaking to the man, spoke
to the wife too!
*THIS IS NOT MY STORY, BUT IT IS A STORY I THINK EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW!
There was a man working at our school. No one knew he was. The teachers kept a close eye
on him while he worked outside around the school property.
Two weeks into the school year, an 8-year-old girl came up to the man and said, "What is
your name sir?"
The man smiled at the little girl and said, "Freddy."
"Would you like to play hide and seek with us", the girl asked.
Freddy bowed his head and covered his eyes, "Thirty...twenty-nine..."
The little girl's face light up with excitement, and she went and got her friends, and they hid
around the school.
"...Three...two...one...ready or not. Here I come"
Freddy looked around the school saying, "One...two...Freddy's comin for you..." Freddy was
unsuccessful in finding the children. So, he went down to the cellar where he lived and saw a
little girl hiding under the table. "There ya are", said Freddy. The girl sprung up from the
table with excitement. "That was fun", the girl said. "Do you know any other games we could
play?" Freddy thought for a second, "Well, if you can keep a secret, I'll take you to a place
that no one else knows of." The girl vowed to keep it a secret.
Hours passed, and the little girl returned home from school. She ran to her parents,
crying. "What's wrong?" her mother asked. "There's this man at school. He took me to his
cave, and did something terrible." The mother and fathers faces burned with anger. "What
did he do to you?" the father demanded. The girl turned around, lifted up her shirt, and there
were four giant cuts, like from a bear claw, going across her back.
Hours passed, and a group of parents got together to confront Freddy. Freddy saw them
coming, and ran to an old abandoned mill. Freddy ran inside, with the parents running after
him with bats and knives. He locked the door, and the parents filled bottles with gasoline,
light them on fire, and threw them in the window. Freddy was burned to death, and the
parents kept that terrible act their secret.
Form:
The girl in the mirror is slowly dying.
She’s suffocating in people’s lying.
She doesn’t know what to believe.
She wishes this life was one she could leave.
She feels like her life is just one nightmare.
She can’t awaken; she feels a scare.
The inside of her is dying in pain.
She’s stuck in a room that’s full of rain.
Her tears are flooding the blood on the floor.
She’s stuck in a room without a door.
She never keeps the love she wants.
Shame, guilt, blame is all that haunts.
Catch her before she hits the ground.
Nobody’s around cause there’s no sound.
The girl in the mirror; who could she be?
Is the girl, is she really me?
I don’t know, don’t know who I am.
Is that the blood of the dead lamb?
The lamb of God; please save me, save me.
I think this lamb just hates me, hates me.
Cause I’m not worth even having a life.
“Hey, Lamb, could you hand me that knife?”
To bring it in the skin on my wrist,
Is all I need to clear the mist.
I can barely see what’s surrounding me.
When will my savior come to save me?
The girl in the mirror, oh crap, it was me.
Now I’m fading; the blood’s falling down.
My reflection will never be found.
Now there’s no more girl in the mirror,
Cause now she’s dead and you’ll never see her.
There once was a girl named Abigail Hook
She was a girl who knew how to cook
A pleasant woman she became known
But the darker side of her was never shown
It was a dark and stormy night
A little girl was lost with fright
Abigail told her to come in from the rain
As the girl came in, she felt no more pain
Abigail offered her a wee bit of snack
While eating, Abigail put her coat on the girl’s back.
“Tasty and crunchy”, the little girl said
As she looked in a jar, she fainted flat on the bed
When the girl woke up, she was tied to the floor
There were bars on every window, and chains on the door
Abigail was standing there, just to linger
And the girl noticed that she just ate someone’s finger
“You must swear to tell no one about this”
The girl said, “Wait until the town hears about this”
Abigail took a needle and pierced it into her lips
Chopped off her head, and cut her body into teeny bits
She made the girl a shrunken head,
Turned to me and said, “Say a word and you’re the next one dead.”
Form:
The girl in the mirror isn't me
She's not the girl i know
That's a girl crying desperately to be free
With only scars to show
The girl in the mirror is crying
Odd I am too
The girl in the mirror is debating dying
Getting weird now I am too
The girl in the mirror is bleeding
There's blood on my arms
The girl in the mirror is screaming
In my head goes off alarms
The girl in the mirror having a hard time breathing
My head doesn't feel right
The girl in the mirrors chest is heaving
Hands around my neck holding me too tight
Then i realize that girl was me
It was my reflection
It was me crying to be free
This blood shows my dejection
The girl in the mirror is gone
I am leaving too
Screams of terror at dawn
Around a lifeless body a pool of blood grew