The Christmas Nightmare


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3. This is where the horror starts

Charles was in love with another woman for all of his short life, even though she was the cause for his death. It all started when he was 6 years old. He was walking through the park on his birthday, Christmas Eve like yours Ezebar.  ( As you can imagine I found this quite disturbing) He was about to sit on one of the swings and suddenly a truly beautiful woman was sat there. Her skin, soft as cotton wool, yet as perfectly sculpted as the work of the finest craftsman, was as pale as alabaster. Her eyes, which were perfectly framed in long, curved lashes still damp with snow, were a stunning pale sky blue which had grey around the outside and around the pupils. She had cropped blonde hair, which framed her slender face perfectly. Her hair glistened with the melted snow in the dim sunlight. She was wearing a crimson coat lined with a shining white fur, which matched the colour of her lipstick, expertly applied to her full lips. She spoke to him, and even though he had never met her before, Charles trusted her more than he trusted anyone else he had ever met.

"Hello Charles. You are probably wondering why I am here." 

"Actually I am wondering who you are more," Charles replied shyly.

"Oh but you know who I am. You have known me all of your life," She replied with a quizzical expression.

"I am sorry, but I really don't know who you are," Charles replied apologetically.

"Oh but I have been here all of the time Charles," as she said this she touched Charles's heart.

"I'm sorry, but what do you mean?" Charles replied quizically.

"I do not have time to tell you this year. Remember me."

After she said this she completely vanished.

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