In london England one evening, as the mist swirled about the skirts of the woman hurrying home, a young girl sat on a park bench, all alone. The street lamps flickered as the bugs wizzed about. The young girl sat alone, waiting it seemed. The sound of footsteps made her lift her small head up, her eyes searching the mist for the source of the foot steps. A dark shadow appeared through the mist, a long black cape flowed behind the tall figure. Out of the mist a tall man stepped, A black walking cane in hand, and a top hat on his head. Long shoulder length black hair framed his handsome face. He seemed to not notice the small girl, as she sat waiting. As he passed her, his eyes glanced over, looking over her delicate features. He stopped a few feet past her, standing. The little girl stood, her white dress fluttering around her ankles as the wind blew.
The next day all over London, a picture of a young girl was posted in newspapers and on sides of buildings. It was a missing notice. It was said the little girl was last seen sitting on a park bench waiting for her Father who went to buy her a new doll. The girls family was devostated to hear that the police had no luck on a lead. The young girls only older sister was pulled from school the next day to be informed her little sister was found dead by the pond, underneath the willow tree....
((will write more tomorrow))
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