Ravenville

Raven was a good child, but she was also quite ill. She lived with her parents, on Black Rose hill. Raven was spoiled, since the age of her birth and her parents gave her every gift a little girl could want on Earth. But Raven was never satisfied and she always threw a fit, when she never got her way. One gift she received from her parents, was her favorite music box, with a little dancer in it. Oh how, she loved to watch the little porcelain woman twirl in that music box. The perfect thing for a sick little girl was that music box but Raven was tire of everyone’s sympathy because of her illness. It made her blood boil. But soon Raven’s illness succumbed and the music box had to be thrown away but that same tune still plays in her old house. Her mother use to sing her a poem to ease her fear of the night. Her mother said, sleep little child, for the night is upon us. But there is nothing you need fear. I’m the dark angel, who is your loving mother, will hold you, comfort you, and embrace you with all my love, so will your father and don’t you ever dread a thing, because I will be with you for all time. I shall be near you for all time my little sweet. Nothing shall harm you or snatch you away from or your father. A curse will fall on anyone who dares! I’m the dark angel your mother, will watch over you, protect you, and guard you. Rest now my love, my sweet Raven. For the dark of night, is not enough to fear, nor the screams of unknown voices to fear either. My love is so true and sweet. May You Rest In Peace, As you dance in the sky, may the angels keep you safe, I will love you until my daybreak. For love is true, when you needed me, I gave you a hand, I made you in the palm of my hand, a mother’s love will never end. Raven had turned away, and she would never forgive herself for ignoring her mother. She looked up at her mother, who was holding her in her arms and all she could see was a bloody patch of blood soaking in her bed. She came to the realization that she had unknowingly stabbed her mother in the chest viciously four times as her mother was singing her poem to her like she always did. Raven was so frustrated and mad that she lost control because she didn’t want to be babied by her parents because of her illness, that she went and killed her mother. Her father walked in and he had saw what had occurred and he couldn’t believed his eyes. He then he stared at Raven and be suddenly became fearful of his life. He tried to run but Raven said daddy, why are you running, don’t you love me? As she chased behind him. As he looked backed at her, he tripped and fell and before he could get back up, Raven had already climbed onto his back and she started menacingly and viciously stabbing him multiples in his back saying, daddy don’t you love me, daddy don’t you love me?! Choking on his own breath he said, I did love you once, but your not my daughter anymore. Raven looked at him with contempt and then she quickly stabbed him in his skull and she began licking his blood off her hands crying, saying daddy come back, and and then she walked around the house looking at the pictures on the wall. She stopped for a few seconds and then she took her own life and the house became silent like a graveyard. A black Raven came down and stood on top of the house looking at the lifeless body of Raven. Legend has it that even in death Raven still haunts her family’s house forever, tormenting souls in the town that dare come close to the house. Her crime was so malevolent and evil that her family’s properties became known as Ravenville because her parents were rich and they owned a lot of land. She haunts the all the lands her parents owns. In death it’s said Raven had a conversation with the the Reaper himself. The conversation went like this. Raven meets the Reaper, so he could take her soul to hell or to take her to find peace but he refuses her and she says, “Please, sir, can’t you spare a few coins for a lost soul?” The Reaper turned away, whisking the edge of his coat out of reach. Biting back a sharp remark, his eyes settled on the other soul of a widow woman walking beside him. He said, “Ah, my love, please pardon the intrusion of our Street life.” Raven grimaced. “It is of no matter, shall we continue?” Raven’s voice became cold like the lavish string of pearls around her neck. Oh how the Reaper wished that he could relieve Raven of her sorrows and take her to the realm of peace but before he could finish his thoughts, Raven had killed the widow that was standing beside the Reaper. For her murder he punished her to roam in Ravenville for all eternity. So not even the Reaper himself wanted to deal with poor Raven. Even in death she is despised by other souls and the Reaper himself. But her spirit lives on in Ravenville and haunts anyone that would dare visit her place of sorrow taking the disguise of a raven waiting for her next victim to torment.