I was walking along a path one day in a little village
called "Haithawou". It was a simple village, not built
with riches, gold, silver, and precious metals - but of
simple huts, dirt paths, and small fields full of corn and
wheat. I was walking home when I saw a small girl. She
looked much smaller than me, and she looked frazzled. Her
clothes were tattered, her bare feet dirty with mud and
soil, her head was cast to the ground, and her brown cloak
was ragged and stained with dirt.
"Hello, little girl," I said and smiled. "Something
wrong?" The girl just shook her head. I said, "Won't you
answer me, young child?" and she looked up and stared at
me with her beautiful blue eyes full of curiosity and
passion for the world. Then it hit me. Maybe she was
deaf or dumb..."Where are your parents?" I asked with a kind
look, wanting to help the poor little girl. The girl
shrugged her shoulders and held her hands up, signaling to
me that she did not know or that she had none.
All of a sudden, a maniac came running down the street to
me. He aimed for me and he tried to take the slave girl
away. I screamed. The maniac's eyes were dilated, very
strongly. This "maniac" was apparently insane. Naked,
lean, and very odd-looking. He walked on all fours and
then started screaming and he gave the slave girl back to
me. Then he pulled out a knife and began to kill an
innocent man.
I screamed with a scared look. I began to panic and cry
excessively. I turned back at the girl who was now running
off into the high field of corn stalks. "Wait!" I
cried, "Oh, please wait! Don't go!" I yelled at her. Now
her running grew faster and faster. Of course, she
couldn't get away from me, as I was an adult, and she was
only a mere child.
"Wait, little girl! I want to help you!" I said almost
crying. I ran up alongside her and finally caught up. I
grabbed her hand and she stopped. I was panting and
sweating. "Why were you running, sweetie?" I said. "I am
not going to hurt you," I said, frowning. She shook her
head and started running again. "Oh, no you don't!" I
said, and I grabbed her cloak. "Please, don't go," I
said. "You're coming to the village with me," I said. And
with that, I took her hand and dragged her to the village,
while she squirmed and twisted and wriggled every other
way to try to lose my grip.
We made it to the village and I took her to a small shack
on a corner. It was a store, and the sign
read, "Sacosha's". Wondering what that meant, I walked
inside to find many goods. I walked up to the counter and
there was a lady. "What can I do for you today?" she said
with a smile. "Do you know this girl?" I asked and smiled
back. "OH! GET HER OUT! GET THAT GIRL OUT OF MY STORE!!!!"
the woman screamed and I took the girl in my arms and ran
outside.
"She wasn't friendly to us, was she?" I asked the girl as
I set her down. The girl stared me in the eye, and her
eyes were so blue it was almost frightening. The girl
continued to stare. It was like she was hypnotizing me or
something. I laughed. "Well, girl, don't you know how to
smile, silly?" I asked, still laughing. The girl did smile
and then she pulled me on a path I have never been
on. "Um, honey, let's not go this way, ok?" I asked, very
afraid of what dangers might lay on this path.
The girl got an angry look and kept pulling me. She
signalled for me to come. She led me down a very strange
path. It wound this way and that, through fields, and tall
grass, and we passed plants I had never seen before. We
finally came to a hut. I looked at it, and knew it was
bad. The door was swung open, the windows were gone, the
straw on the roof had worn, and the material the house was
made of was weathered away almost completely. She led me
inside.
I screamed. It was everywhere. The floor, the bed, the
sink, the walls, doors. It was on everything. Blood
covered the room. The girl suddenly faded into the
darkness of the room. Then I saw a white figure float over
to me. It's eyes were piercing blue and a knife was in
it's hand. I started to back up and the door shut behind
me. There was no way out. I screamed as the ghost
mercilessly stabbed me. I died right there in the house of
a ghost slave girl who's parents had died long ago. I am a
spirit, and I will never die. I will look everywhere for
the ghost parents and the ghost slave girl who were all
stabbed to death by a maniac who was naked, lean, and very
odd-looking....Sometimes, if you listen at night, and
you're in a small town filled with simple huts, dirt
paths, and small fields full of corn and wheat, than you
can even HEAR the screams of the innocent people that have
been stabbed by "The Manic Maniac"....
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