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The girl with the thorn in her side.

  Once upon a time there was a little girl. She was alone home when something strange happened. She was setting in front of the mirror and was brushing one of her favorite dolls hair. She looked in the mirror and saw in the refection a man standing outside of the window. With a jump she turned around but he was gone. She turned back to the mirror and saw another man staring at her from the mirror, with some cheerless eyes.  The girl was scared and ran over to her bed and jumped right under the duvet. With no sound she looked up and they were gone. The only strange in her room was that there was coming light out of the closet. She crawled down from the bed and walked over to the closet.  She opened the closet and saw a boy hanging from one of the hangers. He was miserable but the girl couldn’t understand it. No one could understand it when the boy that lived in the house for seven years ago killed himself. The boy seemed happy one day and the next day he was gone. It was his soul the girl saw in the closet and the men from her room was his closes friends that died only two years after his own death in a terrible airplane crash over the Atlantic Ocean.  The girl saw the pain in his eyes but she was scared and closed the door and locked it with a golden key. She was standing, lean against the door with her eyes closed. Then she opened them she saw a 4^th man setting on her bed stroking a sheep with wings. The girl ran over to the bedroom door but it was locked.

      The man from the window was now standing beside of her bed with pumpkins growing around him and a big locust setting nearby his ankle. She heard something heavy fell down and out of the closet the boy came out with 1000 of black crows flying over his head and disrepair out of the window. The girl began to scream. She fell and saw her bedroom ceiling was a dark heaven with stars, clouds and a big white moon. The man from the mirror looked right at her and his cheerless eyes were now full of anger. The girl was terrified. She had never in her life felt so afraid of something. In panic she ran over to the bathroom and locked the door after her. She jumped into the bathtub and was waiting. Suddenly it all got quite. There was no sound at all. The girl looked over the bathtub rim and listening but there was no sound just her heartbeat that slowly got more silent.  But wait she heard something a terrible sound. It came from the pipes and was getting higher and higher. The girl hold her hands on her ears to keep the sound away but the sound were getting louder and all in sudden it stops. She crawled down on the floor but then she took the first step the floor started to shake. It was like an earthquake and the terrible sound was there again. From the water tap there came blood red water out. It ran over the sink, down on the floor and made it slippery. In fear the girl ran over to the door but on the way she slipped and her head hits the cold wet floor and she pasted out.

    That was the last time I ever heard from the girl with a thorn in her side. The next morning the house was gone. Her parents died two years after in a terrible airplane crash. And all the police found was the queen of hearts lying in the grass nearby a little half burn doll.