a beautiful woman in a long flowing gown silvery white, translucent her hair pulled maticiously up into a soft knott on her head she stands one finger pulling back the delicate white lace curtains of the old house out side the dark old farm house she looks past the broken windows to see the children the little girls all dressed in white holding hands dancing in a circle singing the little boys run inbetween the girls ducking under their arms in their little white tops with brown matching knickers the girls keep on dancing in carirles and singing as the boys run around like cowboys in indians she watches them play out her second floor window an older child approaches the young ones, perhaps a young teens she whisper to the girls and looks at the window she waves a small wave and joins into the circle one boy runs by and yanks on her pigtail she smiles and sing on not paying attention again he approaches to enter the circle she grabs his suspenders snapping them back and still from her window the woman in white watches the children playing outside her last time to see for them for it's her last night she blows out the candle and walks back away wondering if she should really just stay then she thinks of the children playing so innocent and decides that she must to save them their souls she draws a warm bath pours in some salts light a few candles and closes the door soon everything will be all over and with her passing her children will be saved. AmyMarie

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