User:The red queen06

The Queen of Hearts~

The Queen of Hearts, also sometimes known as The Red Queen, is a mysterious supernatural being who lives primarily in forests and hunts at night. Her origins are unknown, but judging by her clothing in her natural form she may have come into existence around the Victorian period in Europe. She is a shapeshifter, though she has to drain the blood of her victim in order to change into their form. She also carves out the hearts of her victims to wear on the iron chain she adorns herself with. When she kills someone, she morphs into their form to get into close proximity with their neighbors and relatives. She must be in her natural form when she kills someone or else she cannot drain their blood. The Queen of Hearts carries a croquet mallet as a weapon, which along with the heart chain may have contributed to her being called the Queen of Hearts. She knocks her victims out and then takes their hearts, of course killing them. She is blind and mute, though while the pupils of her eyes are white the irises of her eyes are scarlet.

There is only one recorded sighting of The Queen of Hearts, which was by a woman who prefers not to disclose her real name, but in her story is referred to as Missy.

Last year, I traveled to Germany for an important business conference with a larger company who was looking to buy ours. I would be staying with my cousin, Lena, who lived there. My conference was cancelled a few days before I was scheduled to leave because of some family matter that the CEO had. But I had already bought the plane tickets, so I figured I'd go anyway to visit Lena. I arrived in Europe and my cousin picked me up at the airport. We hadn't seen each other in over ten years, and I was glad to see her home. I didn't know German, but since she had moved there from America I had Lena to translate for me. She lived with her husband and two sons in a small town near the border between Germany and Luxembourg. And it was a rather lovely view from the guest room window on the second floor. Her house was nice, the beds were comfortable, and her family was very hospitable. I'd be staying for three days, and I knew it was going to be a relaxing time. The time change was dramatic, and I was about five hours off. So I couldn't sleep. It was about eight o'clock back home, but here it was past midnight. The boys were asleep, and I heard Lena tell her husband she was going out to the woodpile to get more firewood. It was a pretty warm night, but they had a fire going anyway. Their living-room looked so quaint with the fireplace lit that I didn't complain about the smothering heat. But I did open my window. The woodpile was just below my room, and there was forest beyond their fence. I heard wood being picked up, then I heard a crash and a small shout. Then silence. I looked out the window. Lena wasn't there. I figured she had dropped some wood or something, then gone back inside. About twenty minutes later, I was just on the verge of sleep. Then my door opened. Lena stood in the doorway. She didn't speak. She didn't move. She just stood. She held in her hand a long stick with a cylinder at one end. It looked like a croquet mallet. "Lena? What is it?" I said. She said nothing. She started slowly walking toward my bed. "Is something wrong?" I asked. Again, she didn't respond. "Are you okay?" I stammered. When she didn't respond a third time I got scared. Was she sleepwalking? But no, even in the dim light of the first-quarter moon through the clouds I could see her eyes were open. She was staring at me, but I got the strangest feeling she didn't actually see me. All this ran through my head in a split second. She stood by my bed now. Suddenly, my cousin disappeared. A figure still stood there, but it certainly wasn't Lena. It was a woman, skeletally skinny, with thinning and matted greyish hair. She wore a threadbare, faded scarlet dress with a lot of places where it wore through, and with some unnerving dark stains that I felt positive were blood. Her eyes, which still stared at me, unseeing, were red. Well, the irises were red. The pupils were milky white. She was blind. But the most terrifying thing about the woman was the chain. A long, thick metal chain was draped around her multiple times. It was hung with--this is what made me scream--hearts. Animal and human hearts, most of them dried up but with a couple fresh ones. And one of them looked human. I screamed, of course, and she grabbed my neck with one cold and bony hand. I thrashed around, thinking 'how strong can she be?' and found that her grip was iron. I flailed my arms. I couldn't breathe; she was gripping tighter. I heard Lena's husband yell, "MISSY? WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU YELLING ABOUT?!" She raised the croquet mallet over her head, ready to concuss my lights out. I grabbed the only thing I could reach, the old-fashioned alarm clock, off the nightstand and smashed its face against the woman's. The glass shattered. The woman's face contorted into a scream of rage, but she didn't make a sound. The pieces of broken glass showered over her face, each piece tearing her skin like tissue paper. Her hand flew from my throat and clutched her face. At that moment, Lena's husband burst into the room just in time to see the woman throw herself out the window. I looked out to see her running--it almost looked like flying, really--into the forest. I never saw her--or my cousin--again. Needless to say, I never returned to Germany and I never plan to. Though I'm sure her territory isn't limited to Germany, or even Europe, it would make me ten times more paranoid to get any closer to where it happened. Of course I was investigated for murdering my cousin, no evidence against me was found. Nor was there any evidence against her husband, or any neighbors. In fact, there was no evidence at all against anyone. Her body was found drained of blood and with the heart cut out. I don't like to think about it anymore, as you might be able to guess. So, um, can we consider this interview over?