Scarlet Society: Love or Betrayal

I stand alone as I hear the drips of blood flow in the sink. They said she was bled dry. But who will know her story? She is with us no more. She went to the dark side of paradise. She was yelling for someone to tell her story. “ Won’t anyone tell my story!” she cried out. Night after night this poor damned soul has to wander the dark sides of a place where death hovers over you. Until one stormy night, her voice was heard! It was years ago that a storm hit my little haven. Years ago I heard that horrible banshee scream. Many moons have passed since that young woman told me her story. The horror of it followed me through my dreams for years to come. I was haunting my every waking thought. For years, I had no idea what to do about her story. If I told people, would they think I was crazy? She assured me that they wouldn't, but what does she know? She’s dead to this world. For years, it was on my conscience wanting and waiting to come up in the stories I'd write. Sometimes I would write down her story without even knowing it, and then I’d have to burn those wretched papers. But it doesn’t matter anymore because I’m on my deathbed, and it's time to tell the story, her story. (Pheona's Diary entry: October 31st 2004) The town was filled with people walking by making spectacles out of themselves over a petty holiday they called Halloween. The children were dressed up as creatures I'd never thought of seeing again, some were scary while others some cute. The grownups justified this act by laughing and tagging along with their children. Some of the adults were dressed up too. What a horrible, despicable act, I thought to myself. Its funny, you know, what my people think of creatures is what these humans think of us. (Present day 3004) That was one of Pheona’s last entries. As an award-winning horror novelist, you’d think I’d gotten used to nightmares, but I’d never had any this bad. A couple of years back, I had recurring nightmares about a girl in a factory. I had become so engrossed in this girl that I had to find out more. I searched and searched for the factory she was in until I found it. Except for that, it wasn’t a factory, but an old house. It looked like it had been deserted for quite a while. I broke in and started to look around. To my utter amazement, I found a family portrait. There sat my girl from the nightmare and a boy stood next to her. When I read the back of the picture I found out that it was Pheona and Connor Harman. (Connor’s Diary entry: January 2nd 2004) Our parents are making us go to the human world to prove to The Elders that there is no reason to fear them. I don’t agree with this assessment. To have my sister and me sent to the human world is a suicide mission. I don’t want to go, but I will because of family honor and to keep my sister safe. She is not like us; she is hopeful that we can become friends with humans so our kind and the human race will be able to live together. (Pheona’s Diary entry: January 2nd) Today my brother and I have found out that we are going to the human world. I’m so excited to finally be able to meet the race our people fear so much. To find out everything about them, what will they think of us? Will they like my brother and me? I can’t wait to go. Hopefully, after this, our races will be able to live in peace and harmony with each other. (Present day) As I walked through that old house looking for some clue about whom these people were, I couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching me, leading me to my next find, a finding that would help me to write her story. I find that, even to myself, the events that happened that day are a little odd. It felt like someone was leading me upstairs. Ordinarily I wouldn’t have ever ascended those stairs. They looked so old that I had visions that as soon as I walked on them, I would fall through and snap my neck. Maybe that was just someone else telling me not to go any further. But as crazy as I am, I went up to the top floor, and started to look around. My surroundings included two bedrooms and a bathroom. The bedrooms were ordinary enough, but I could sense that something awful happened in that bathroom.