Walking around the dark streets,I remember like it was yesterday. Hearing the people joking and laughing, Phillip showing me what honey was and hearing the little children play around in the streets. Now the streets of this old town were empty no children no laughter very quiet and even if someone was talking nobody could probably see me or hear me. just a breeze In the air.
1960's
A breeze ran through my hair. Phillip showed me to this little acquainted shop, it kinda reminded me of my father's shop but his was a bit smaller I thought. Charlotte I hear a voice come from behind, "is that you ,is that my little Charlotte"?
A woman in a tattered dark purple gown approaches me she looks familiar.
Who could she be I know that face from somewhere but I couldn't place my finger on it. In thinking Charlotte goes to sit down tripping over a book.
I stumble a bit gathering myself I stand up
Our eyes meet and once our eyes meet "mom"! I gasp
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Sitting at his tattered old desk
Just one more picture he exclaims
Charlotte... Ohh Charlotte.
The man traces his fingers over the image of the young beautiful girl.
Charlotte you will be back soon I'll make sure of it
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HorrorCharlotte is Like any other teenager but she is different a man of her child hood is obsessed with her he will do anything to be everything she is Will Charlotte figure out how to stop him before it's too late again
