A young girl dies in a small town and brought to the local children’s funeral home, Happy Acres, that’s when things start getting weird.
A hand swung down out of the darkness like a bat in the night, striking its victim across the head and pushing here forward into
My eyes turn green at the thought of you with him. My mind races with furry and rational thought quickly dims. I grow sick at
I sit and stare blankly, at the screen quietly waiting, for a chance to chat with her. yet, she may never come. Which leaves me
Her long flowing hair cascades down to her shoulders it shines with the intensity of a star, bright, vibrant and bouncy her skin, pale like
Parents gather in the masses Where there children turned to ashes On top the hill the school in ruins Haunting Image of evil doings Now