• Maribeth sat staring out the window of her too-large room, in her too-large house, which sat smack in the middle of her too large town that went by the name of Rosen haven. She just sat there. And sat there. Like she did everyday. Every minute. Every second. Just waiting…..what for she did not know.



    How she sat there? Oh, that’s simple Maribeth never ate. Never slept. Never moved…..except her eyes her golden eyes…… they watched as well as watched. They stared and stared. They stared at the children laughing, dancing in the horrible weather. They watched the other kids laugh and run around shopping in the mall. They watched. They stared. For weeks upon weeks Maribeth could watch a single child or a twittering gull…or any thing with a beating heart.



    The neighbors talked about Maribeth and who she was, what she was. The young children’s theory was the Maribeth was a wretched evil spirit left in the house by an evil enchantress to haunt the peaceful town of Rosen haven. But that theory, to put it in more modern words, was “un-true times 10!!!!!!” Maribeth was a 16 year old girl born and raised in this small town. She wasn’t evil. Or mean. Just very, very sad….you see as a child Maribeth had two loving parents a marvelous best-friend and a stuffed bunny named Louise. But all of that changed December 1943. Her parents caught “the bug” that kept invading the bodies of the people of the town. The bug was a horrible virus that, once you got it, there was absolutely no cure. On a cold morning Maribeth woke up to a fresh blanket of snow coating her world…and her parents…lying dead on their large king-size bed. The memory was always fresh. Even though it happened 66 years ago. It was about that time Maribeth stopped seeing her friends. Stopped going to school. Stopped holding little Louise and smiling. The day the funeral procession marched past her window leaving little Maribeth completely alone.


    do u like it??? is it horrible??? i know it sux!!! crying waahhhh!!!!!! crying