Date: 8/31/2010

Black Magic (e) Campfire story

A year to the day after the ball, a timid knock sounded upon the door of Rachaels parents home. When her father opened it, he saw a gaunt, gray figure on the stoop. Her eyes were dull with exhaustion and pain. It was Rachel! Her tongue had been cut out so she couldnt speak. But when she produced a knife from her tattered garmentsthe knife with a silver blade that they had last seen in the hands of Mad Henry the gleam of satisfaction in Rachels eyes told them that the streaks of blood that coated the knife were those of Mad Henry. That night, Rachel died in her sleep with a peaceful smile upon her ravaged face


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