Dance of the Dead.

...... BOO

Let me tell you a story to chill the bones
About a thing that I saw
One night wandering in the everglades
I'd one drink but no more

I was rambling, enjoying the bright moonlight
Gazing up at the stars
Not aware of a presence so near to me
Watching my every move

Iron Maiden: Dance of Death


'Mummy?' The little girl, Darcie, called out.

'Darcie! Run! Get out of the house!' Her mother cried out in anguish.

'Mummy? Are you hurt? MUMMY!' Darcie whimpered, climbing out of bed. She was running as fast as her little legs would carry her to her parent's room.

She finnally reached the dreaded room. There was a new paint colering the walls: Red.

'M-m-mumy?'Whispered Darcie, horrified; her mother was drenched in blood. Her stomach ripped open. Darcie crawled over to the gory mess of Mrs Sarra Lankford.

Sarra looked at her only child, taking in shallow breaths. She would not let her poor childs future happen. But what could she do? Her eyes widened in shock, staring over her childs shoulder.

Cold, spindly hands brushed over Darcie's shoulder. Darcie's eyes become unfocused and Sarra could do nothing about it.

Little Darcie scrambled up and laughed, she then started dancing with the dark hooded figure: Death.

My daughter is dancing with Death. NO! Thought Sarra, furious. So, this was her dying action. Saving her only child.

'GET AWAY FROM HER!' Screamed Sarra, then she felt her throat give up.

Death looked over to her and Darcies eyes became focused.

'MUMMY!'Shreiked Darcie as Death finished off Sarra.

The last thing Mrs Lankford heared was her child's cries of anguish.


The End

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