I wrote this my sophomore year, for a English assignment that had to be a scary story. It looks like crap to me now. xD burning_eyes
Mary Beth
A long time ago in the streets of London an unspeakable horror happened. It was in the late 1800’s, there was a young little girl named Mary Beth. Once you looked at her you would see a girl with beautiful ivory skin, blue eyes that glistened like marbles in the sunlight, and long flowing blond hair that would stop at the waist. When you saw Mary Beth you would think that she was the kindest most polite girl you’ve ever seen. But Mary Beth had a strange interest; she had a fascination with corpses. Every Friday night she would sneak out of her house and go to Chestnut Hill Cemetery an abandoned cemetery that was in Colchester. She would crawl through the broken Ivy covered fence and would have a shovel in hand, and a basket that contained a tea set inside. She would walk on the cobblestone trail and could hear her small black Mary Janes clacking on the cobblestones. She would turn her head back and forth and try finding a corpse she had not dug up yet. Once she found a new one you would see a small smile go across her face, she’d pick up her shovel with her small hands and start digging up what she would call her “new friend”. You could hear the sound of the shovel stabbing through the dirt and the sound of the dirt being scooped out and dropped on the ground, like sand being dumped on pavement. When she was done digging she’d pry open the top of the coffin lid, when the coffin lid is open she’d pick up the corpse and plop it on the maggot-covered dirt. She’d have the corpse kneel; she would open up the basket and set up the tea set. Then she’d pour the tea in the 2 little blue cups, she’d then hand the blue little cup to the corpse. She’d adjust the corpse’s hand so it could keep hold of the cup. She’d then have the other one in her hand; she would drink some of the tea in her cup.
In the deep thick fog you can here her little laugh while she is talking to the corpse. When she is done with her tea party with her “new friend”, she would put the corpse back in the grave and bury it again. Then she would return home. But there was a snag in her fun with the dead bodies. Her parents NEVER approved of her fascination with dead bodies. The parents of Mary Beth are a high-class family, they are very good friends with the Queen of England. How they found out was one Friday night when she came home, the maid washed the clothes and found worms and maggots crawling over Mary Beth’s dress. This terrified the maid so she immediately told the parents. The parents were horrified they quickly went to Mary Beth’s room; Mary Beth was sewing a doily while sitting in her small red wood chair that had carvings of flowers and pixies gracing the red wood. Her parents asked her in a scared and stern voice “How did these maggots, worms, and dirt get on your best dress?” Mary Beth set down her doily slowly and then got up from her chair. She said in her sweet voice “I was just playing tea party with my new friend”, her father asked her in a very angry voice “Who! Who is your new friend?” Mary Beth answered “William Smith”. Her mother asked, “Who in God’s name is William Smith? Where does this man live?” Mary Beth answered, “He lives in the old abandoned cemetery, Chestnut Hill Cemetery.” Mary Beth’s father said “But no one lives in that cemetery” Mary Beth said “Of course he does and so do all my other friends, all my friends live in the dirt” she then gave her little smile and just stared at her parents with her blue marble eyes. Mary Beth’s mother then asked in a quivering voice “A-are y-y-you saying th-that all of y-y-your friends a-a-are t-t-t-the dead buried b-bodies in the ce-cemetery?” Mary Beth answered in a sweet voice “Yes.” The father and mother’s eyes grew wide in terror; her father yelled at Mary Beth “We are not going to have this Mary Beth!” The mother looked at the father and said “Dear it looks like we have to send her to Aunt Rose’s house, it’s the only way we can take care of Mary Beth’s problem” Mary Beth then said, “I don’t have a problem mother dear, but I know what the real problem is.” Her smile then grew a little wider; her mother said, “The real problem is. Your unhealthy fascination with these dead bodies!” Mary Beth said “No, father & you are the real problem, you both have been no fun lately. You’ve been ever so busy and you’ve never had time to play with me.” She then walks over to her dresser grabs the metal handle and opens the dresser drawer; she sticks her hand in the drawer and picks up a large butcher knife. Mary Beth says “But I can fix all of that, mother, father you both are going to be my new friends” her smile is wider than ever before; you can now see her teeth. Downstairs you can hear a loud bloody scream coming from Mary Beth’s room; the maid rushes upstairs to her room. She bangs on the door with her fist and yells “Sir, Madam, Mary Beth are all of you all right?” the maid opens the door; the floor is slick with ruby red blood. The maid is horrified, she then sees Mary Beth holding the butcher knife in her hand and sees the mother and father sprawled on the floor their mouths gaping open, their eyes wide, their necks slit open and blood pouring out of their necks like a fountain. Mary Beth’s dress is no longer the color of spring flowers, but now the color of dark blood. The maid screams and falls to the floor, Mary Beth looks at the maid and asks her.
“Could you please get my tea set and a pair of chairs for my new friends” she has the same smile on her face when she finds a new friend in the cemetery. The maid scrambles to get her balance back as if she was a new born giraffe the maid runs downstairs and swings open the front door and yelled “Someone please help! She has murdered her parents!” The next day you saw the police walk Mary Beth outside the house and walk over to a platform. Atop the platform is a Noose hanging from a bar. They slip the Noose over Mary Beth’s head. The priest walks on the platform steps and says to the crowd of people of London “This young girl has committed a sinful act! She has murdered her parents.” the crowd goes in an uproar over this. The priest then says to Mary Beth “Do you have any last words before we send you to the pits of hell?” Mary Beth motions her head to the crowd and says, “Yes, very soon everyone in this crowd including you priest, will become my new friends” The priest says with a small scared voice “Let God have mercy on your soul” he then gives the signal to open the trap door, the trap door opens and you see Mary Beth dangling with her head cocked to the side and, has the same face, just like her deceased parents had when she killed them. The streets of Colchester will never be the same after that. But be warned whatever you do, don’t walk to Chestnut Hill cemetery, for you can still hear the sound of her Mary Janes clacking on the cobblestone trail, and hear her small laugh in the deep thick fog. If you dare go there you will become Mary Beth’s “new friend”.
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