As a child I had many "odd" dreams, I was always someone the deceased seemed to like. Last night, I had gotten home from ballet and laid to sleep, to have a dream. A dream like nothing I've ever experienced. It started with flashes of a murder. A young girl writhing beneath a man, the year is somewhere in 1840, the girl looks about twelve. The man is thirty at least. She screams and cries in pain as he beats her viciously. She dies in the mud and is left there, a few weeks later the girl starts wrecking havoc. She is hurting her mother, (who knows) by making the knives slip she's hurting her father by making him burn himself and cut himself and hit himself while he works. They make jokes of it, taunting her, so she has her revenge and sets her old home on fire, trapping them underneath the roof's rubble. They're burned alive. She just laughs, knowing her sister and were safe, (They were with their uncle I find out later)
Now she looks to me, and I see us both standing in nothing but blackness as she tells me everything. She hugs me, crying in my arms, "It's not fair! Why did they get to live?" I had no answer. All I could do was hold her and try to comfort her. She begs me for help. I can still hear her in my head. How do I help? What do I Do? My heart bleeds for this little girl. I want to help her so desperately. But I've never been like this before. She's only twelve! She's scared and lonely. How does one help a spirit? Helpful comments would mean the world to me. Her name is Milly Doss.
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