Ring Around The Rosie, Pockets Full Of Posies, Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down

How many of you have played ring around the rosie? How many of you actually know what it means. The full thing together means death. Each individual line? Look in here to find out. Here's a short story of a vengeful twin sister ghost, who's favorite game is ring around the rosie. And years after she dies, some girls try to contact her to find out her story. See what they find.


1. A Memory Long Forgotten

Two young girls in similar pinafores pranced around in a circle. Their bright blonde hair swirled around their faces, and their blue eyes sparkled on their identical faces. The only way too tell them apart was the necklaces clasped around their neck. One wore a purple heart charm on her necklace, while the other one had a blue heart charm. They began to chant together a verse that they had obviously memorized by heart.

"Ring around the rosie, pockets full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down," they finished, crashing down onto the finely manicured lawn in front off the elegant Victorian house. Little to their knowledge, they were being watched by 4 adults, dressed in expensive looking gowns and suits. The adults sipped lemonade from delicate teacups that sat on their saucers as they watched the girl's start up their game again. One of them, a young women with  sitting on a wicker chair opened a small album containing pictures of a younger version of her and the man standing beside her holding two twin babies that had a strong resemblance to the young twin girl skipping in a circle on the grass. The description below the picture read "Winnie and James with newborn Elizabeth and Ella, November 3, 1968."

The women, now revealed to be the twin girl's mother flipped the page to a more recent picture. The twin girls stood with their parents in front of what appeared to be the very porch the adults were standing on. The label beneath the picture read "Winnie and James with 8 year old Elizabeth and Ella October 13, 1976." She looked up at the two unknown adults and offered them more lemonade. As they were about to respond, Elizabeth and Ella ran up onto the porch.

"Uncle Spencer, will you play with me?" asked one of the identical twins, who was wearing the purple heart necklace, which dangled at her throat. She began to cling onto the unknown man's tan hand. He studied her playfully, tilting his red-haired head. 

"Why, of course, Elizabeth," the man who was apparently Uncle Spencer said, following her out onto the lawn. The other twin, who obviously must have been Ella, didn't follow. Instead she went to the dark haired beauty siting in another wicker chair and climbed onto her lap.

"Will you tell me a story, Aunt Elena?" she asked, pleading with her beautiful blue eyes.

"Of course, Ella,"' the woman, who was apparently Aunt Elena, agreed. She began to spin her tale as Elizabeth and Uncle Spencer ran around on the neatly trimmed lawn. It seems like a very happy scene, doesn't it. It didn't stay this way.

The next morning, 10 o'clock

Winnie climbed the stairs and walked down the hallway to a door at the very end.to a door. She knocked softly before opening it and slipping inside. The room has white walls with several trunks, not quite closed, that had numerous toys crammed in them. Across the room from the trunks, 2 twin beds hold a dark lump on each. 

"Elizabeth, Ella, time to get up," the mother said as she opened the blinds to let light into the darkened room. On lump stirred, and a blanket fell off to reveal Ella, still wearing her blue-hearted necklace. However, the lump on the other bed remained motionless. Winnie chuckled to herself and walked to the bed that held the motionless Elizabeth. She pulled back the covers to revealed a blood splattered Elizabeth, whose mouth was open in a silent scream, and eyes bulging out. A knife protruded from her chest, and still leaked blood onto Elizabeth's already soaked nightgown. Winnie let out a blood-curling scream, filled with the horror of finding her child dead. The scream was followed by more that filled the morning air, and roused neighbors from their slumber. Soon, the neighborhood was crowded in the twins' bedroom, gaping at the dead body and questioning each other. Winnie just gathered up poor Elizabeth's body and cradled it in her arms, sobbing over her dead child's body, rocking her back and forth, as if she were still alive. Her husband and Aunt Elena came forward and comforted her as Uncle Spencer telephoned the police. The dead child's mother refused to let go of her body, and huddled with her in her arms until the police arrived and took away the body. Meanwhile, poor Ella stood in the corner of her room, wondering what had just happened.  

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