Is She Innocent?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This short story is about a little girl, Rutherford, who comes across a home of a mentally ill family, of whom try to 'educate' her of how they envision life.

Submitted: December 19, 2011

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She was lost.The poor girl in white.She was brought up very proper; very happy.She was only trying to get home.I spied her dress from a mile away.Within the dark trees, it's near impossible to miss.I saw her beauty.From her luscious ebony hair down to her unfitted tap shoes, of which were untidily bowed, as well.A necklace dangled low from her neck.A silky rope carried a large, Wiccan charm.'Twas the most precious item I've ever laid eyes on.Her as a whole was precious.But her large, silvery eyes held too much innocence.I want to bring her in, show her some real event.Real nature, which I guarantee by those bright irises she has never seen before.
She looked my way as I blew my whistle.I used to whistle myself beautifully.But now my lips have cracked, and thinned.They're as gray and useless as an old tomb.Her dress arrived closer and closer in curiosity.The darling porcelain shows no fear.Correctly so, for there be nothing to fear in my home.Only things to embrace.
As she approached, she smiled at me.Her smile showed perfect teeth.The way mine once were.In fact, she resembled my childhood appearance almost precisely.But her lips are far more pink, and plump that mine ever were.Her eyelashes also thick enough to carry a wave in the sea.I ponder if she's worth seeing my prize?My precious, sacred possession of which I will eternally cherish.Not yet, though.
She is right at my front steps.She looks down at the rotting wood, and awaits for me to offer an introduction.She is more adorable than my own daughter, Piper.
"Emily." I state."I hate my name, do I like yours?"She looks up at me with a solid, stern face.
"Do you fancy the name Rutherford?" She asks with the smooth, silky voice of a youthful princess.
"I do indeed.I fancy you, actually." I giggled. "I saw you from afar, and I knew I wanted to meet you immediately.Have you somewhere to be?" She shook her head.She was a young lady of few words; the most admirable characteristic in my book.
"May I ask what my specialty is?" She asked me. "Especially from afar?" I thought for a moment.
"You seem like me, as well as you seem to require enlightenment."As I spoke, Rutherford's eyes lit up brighter and brighter."You will come indoors with me, and meet my family presumably.Afterward, I will tour you.Do you fancy?"
"Yes, Mistress Em." She obeyed."May I refer to you as Em? I like nicknames on friends.It makes pretty in their casual wardrobe.You wear it elegantly."I couldn't help but smile.Her words could paint another definition of beauty.
"You may refer to me as whatever you please." I allowed.I led Rutherford inside, just in time to run into my daughter, Piper.She looked our way.I know she would have smiled if she still owned a mouth.
"Mother," Piper spoke with her teeth. "You offer a guest, or a mate?"Her words put Rutherford confused. I smiled cordially.
"She's a mate, Doll.Rutherford."I introduced."Mate, this is Piper, my daughter.Excuse her mouth, she pleaded I removed her lips."Rutherford gasped.
"Isn't that treacherous?" Rutherford asked, clearly alarmed.I frowned to express my disappointment.
"No, how dare you." I shook off my offense to her remark."As you can see, Piper has perfect teeth, such as yours.She wanted to show them off, is all.So you understand now?All 'tis is an enhancement to a quality she proudly possesses."
"Oh, I admire it now.Piper, you look divine." Rutherford complimented.Her eyes showed her sincerity within her.I wanted to eat her up, Rutherford it so utterly adorable.I began my way upstairs, and gestured for Rutherford to follow.As we walked, Rutherford gleamed at the precious ornaments upon our walls.Most were skeletons of different lizards, and turtles.But there were taxidermy rats to accent it all nicely.Each rat held a name.All but one, anyway.I stopped in front of it.
"Rutherford, name this rat." I pointed my long, yellow nail to a black rat.It's eyes were innocent, but terrified."I dropped a knife on him this morning, and I found him quite cute." Rutherford nodded in deep agreement.
"Why, Mistress Em." Rutherford stated, almost alarmed."Can't you see he is Cornelius?Yes, Cornelius IV, the only one lucky enough to be hung on the wall for all to see his beauty.I like his eyes."Rutherford praised.I nodded with approval, and we headed along to my husband's office.We enter, and my husband, also named Cornelius, turned around to the noise of the creaky, rotten door.His eyes had left him long ago, while we weren't even yet engaged.
"Sir, I am Rutherford.Pleasure to acquaint you." Rutherford introduced herself rather properly."May I ask where your eyeballs escaped to?"Cornelius laughed.
"I am Cornelius.I enjoy that you named that handsome rat along the lines." Cornelius grinned as he spoke with a sinister, ashy voice."My eyeballs were ugly, so I didn't need them.Are yours of decency?"Rutherford was silent for a moment.
"Rutherford, don't be rude." I scolded.
"I do apologize," Rutherford quivered. "I just... I've never seen pure sockets before now.It's slightly horrific."I yanked out one of her thin hairs from her scalp. "I beg your pardon!"
"I beg yours." I snapped."'Tis a beauty you clearly do not recognize, I know.However, you are not to insult him.Perhaps you will enjoy my wife, instead."
"Your... Wife?" Rutherford asked."I never met a lesbian before."
"I am not a lesbian," I corrected. "Nor am I drawn only to men.I am in love with both of them, so I married them both.Polygamy isn't always wrong, Dear."I guided her away from my husband, and further down the hall.We began walking in blood.
"Mistress Em, where is this leading from?" Rutherford asked, referring to the crimson that was leaking into her aglets.
"My wife's ruby, I believe.Perhaps she chopped off another."I opened her bedroom door to see her another toe short.My impeccable wife looked up, and smiled to show her gums.Her teeth had all been removed.
"Oh, what are you named, Mistress?You hold an infinite beauty I envy." Rutherford exclaimed with her soft voice.My wife's eye glimmered.
"Miss, I am Penelope.Do you like my feet?" Rutherford looked down, and nodded vigorously.I grew jealous of the mate's attention.We left before another word was to be spoken.
"Did I upset you, Mistress Em?"Rutherford asked apologetically."I just find her pretty.Is it wrong?"
"It is not wrong to admire, nor envy." I stated sternly. "But it is a bother that you take my attention from me.You're cute, Doll. But too cute.I don't like you anymore."Rutherford teared up.
"How can I make up for it, Mistress?"Rutherford pleaded."I offer my eternal sorrow."I wanted her out.A sudden rage has flowed into my blood stream.
"You will sacrifice."I noted her politely.I took out a ruby-stained lace from her left tap shoe.I tied the wet lace around her neck methodically.She began to cry as she smiled.
"I will gladly."She looked up to me."You have enlightened me, Mistress Em.Life if beautifully blunt, and if only I'd recognized it before this."Rutherford thanked me in sign as I set her feet upon the stair railing.I held the other end of her shoelace, and she stepped off.I heard a crack of her neck.I then cried.I hadn't showed her my prized possession.No, what had I done?I knew how to show her, suddenly.I took her bones from her, and hung them.I hung them in my special room, next to my special possession.'Twas a skeleton of my grandmother, whom I loved.She would kiss me every night, and tell me of her dream.Her dream of life to be simple.'Tis why I live how I do now.I hung Rutherford right next to her.They made a delightful little pair.I united their hands.May them meet in damnation.I left to my front porch.

Upon the forest, I could spot another dress, almost impossible to miss.Is she innocent?


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