Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-34482064-20180312131733

One day, there was a woman, whose family was very poor. She decided to become a maid for one of the richest families in the state. The family she worked for was the Fallheart family. The Fallheart family contained a mother, father, a daughter and two sons. The mother was snooty and wouldn’t even call the maid by their name, she would just call them “maid” and the kids were spoiled rotten and would through their food at the maid and just treated her like a dog. One day, the maid was washing the bathroom, when the father came in, drunk.

“Dolly, you have to be the most beautiful woman in town, how come you are working as a maid” the father said.

Dolly brushed some red hair out of her face and said “My family is very poor, we lost most of our money to the Valéry family, and after my grandmother died and we found out she owned a lot of money to that family.” The father didn’t listen and was just looking at Lillian as she talked; she had beautiful red hair and beautiful blue eyes.

“Well, I know how you can get a lot of money” the father said drunkenly.

“How” Dolly asked.

“Just come with me Dolly” the man said ominously.

“Why, I want to know what you want me to do” Dolly said, getting a suspicious feeling.

The man was getting impatient; he grabbed her arm and kissed her.

“I am not that kind of woman” Dolly yelled and slapped him across the face.

Dolly was trying to get out of the house, but the door was locked, the man came over and said “Come with me dear, and you will become rich.”

Dolly ran and hid in the basement and waited there for hours, until another maid came in. The other maid name was Karrie, and she was supposed to get one of the kid’s toys that they through into the basement to make Karrie angry, but she found Dolly, pale and shaking. Karrie didn’t know what to do, so she went and told the man about her. The man came down the stair and told Karrie to stay out because Dolly could be crazy. He went down to the basement and found Dolly. He grabbed her arm and dragged her to the back of the basement, so no one could hear.

He broke Dolly’s arms and tied them to the walls, “That is what you get for slapping me” he said in an evil, almost perverted, voice. He waited until everyone was asleep and went back down to the basement, he cut of her beautiful face and put stiches around her eye sockets, stitched over her nose, and stitched a smile onto her face.

“I always knew you were quite the doll” the man said and chuckled at his sick joke. He then put her body into a bag and buried her in the back yard.

When the clock stuck 12:00, Dolly woke up from what should have been an eternal slumber. She could talk or see, but she could sense the things around her. In a fit of rage she stormed into the house, she was angry, angry at the snotty mother, angry at the bratty kids, and angry at the man that killed her.

She couldn’t talk, but the aura around her expressed her anger. This awoke one of the sons and he hid under his bed out of fear. The maid went into the parents’ room and wrapped her long arms around them. She squeezed them until she could hear there last breaths and felt their bodies go limp. She then went into the children’s room and killed one of the sons and the daughter. After that, the son was taken to an orphanage and when he got older, he sold the house and when the new family came though ran through Dolly’s mind, “I thought I killed them.” 