Once, in a small town, there lived a little girl. She was loved by everybody, and had many friends. She was pure, innocent, and sweet. One day, in a brutal winter, the young girl went to school...
But never came back.
The townspeople searched frantically for the little girl, worried sick. A year passed, and not a trace of the young girl was found. Until, a man working in the convenience store was taking out the trash. He lifted the bin, and cried out in horror. In the trash bin, was the little girl. She was dead, bruises covered her entire body, she was still in her tattered school clothes. But the most gruesome sight, was her face. Her eyes were completely plucked out, and blood streamed down her face, as if she were crying crimson tears. The town held a funeral for the girl, and soon after, the killer was caught. But that's not the end of this story. While the killer was locked up, strange things began to happen. On the first night, he heard a child crying, then followed by a piercing scream. He tried to sleep, but the child continued crying and screaming. The next morning, he found handprints on the wall, made with blood. He recoiled in horror, and cried for the police. They moved him to a different cell. He thought he was safe, but he was wrong. On the second night, he had started to fall asleep, when he heard the sound of a chair being dragged against the floor. Indeed it chair, and on it, sat a small figure. It was a pale girl, her fingers covered in blood. "I want my Mommy..." she whispered. The room suddenly went cold. In an instant, the ghost girl screamed and ran at the bars, disappearing in a cloud of fog. The next morning, written on the cell wall was the word: "Play." The man screamed, afraid he was going crazy. So the police moved him to a different cell. On the third night, he didn't sleep, for he was too afraid. Then, he heard crying, and turned to see the ghost girl sitting in a corner, her back to him, crying. He froze, too afraid to move. The girl stopped crying, and turned her head slowly, all the way around. This time he could see her face...
She had no eyes, just black orbs, and bloody tears.
She smiled, an evil smile. "Sweet dreams..." she whispered. In an instant... the killer felt a warm feeling, like a warm blanket fell over him. In an instant, he fell asleep. The next morning, the police came to check on the killer, but what they saw shocked and disgusted them:
He was dead, with no eyes, just black orbs, and bloody tears.
Written on the wall, was a small phrase: "Sweet dreams, and Sweet Memories."
Now, the girl never moved on. She hung between the world of the living, and the world of the dead. Soon time passed, and the girls memory faded away. But she remembered, she remembered so much. But others rather forgot her within time.
She was nothing, but a Bloody Memory.
