Molly is only six years old and was having to deal with the death of her twin sister. Her mother did everything she could to help her cope but her father blamed her for Mallory’s death. She knew better than to go out far into the field, especially without Mallory’s inhaler. Last thing she wanted to do was destroy her family. Every night Molly slept in her sister’s bed and even wore her pajamas. One day, Molly’s mom heard her talking to someone in the closet. The voice was very disturbing. Not to mention the horrific smell that was coming out of the room. Why all of a sudden was she scared to open the door? What was Molly up to, now?
Warning: This horror story has very dark and disturbing images. Adults should read the story before determining whether or not it is appropriate for a child in their care.
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“What the hell are you doing in her bed? Haven’t you done enough?!?!?”
“I’m sorry daddy! We just wa...wa….wanted…to...to get ffff...flowers for mommy!”
“Were those flowers worth it? Well guess what, I have those damn flowers, and you get to look at them every day! You killed her! You always talked her into doing…”
Molly’s mother had run to the room and slapped her father across the face.
“Kyle! How dare you! She is only six years old, she lost Mallory too! You need to get yourself together. We are all suffering!”
“Amy you know damn well, you know what, forget it. I need a drink. You deal with this.”
Molly watched her father leave the room and she looked back to her mother’s face. Her mom smiled, kissed her on the tip of her nose and then hugged her tight.
“Don’t take what daddy says serious. He is very sad because we lost Mallory. It will take time, but we will be okay.”
“But I killed her mommy! I did it!”
“No baby, you didn’t. It was an accident.”
“I am so sorry mommy. I wish I was dead and she was still here! “
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