The air smelled musty against the young girls nose, but who could tell this over the fact that no one else was there, and that no one else could feel her heart twitch. The ground was sooty and filled with cluttered antiques, that were perhaps once still alive in the oldest, farthest past.
Tay felt her face grow pale as she wandered past the cottage walls, barely missing the still containing cuos of tea on a nearby shelf. She felt herself wishing to have left the house, yet there she was, still walking.
Abruptly, from behind the helpless female child, came the long lost creaking of an owners feet against the wooden floorboards of hher own home. Tay stopped and closed her eyes, an icy feeling piercing the surfce of her skin.
"I'm sorry, Papa," she whispered, her eyes still covered. She was not speaking to the frail, lifeless woman behind her, but the man above the clouds that was now staring down at her. " I didn't mean to worry you." And with that, she dropped into cold brown ashes, leaving nothing more than her skum smeared garments to mark her last awakening.
"And the Dead dares spread his filth against my floor!" The woman screeched, coming closer and spitting into the pile."Oh, that poor child, must have lost her precious marbles roaming into a witch's cottage in such a selfless manner!"she chuckled.
Sprouting from her shoulder,was a girl in a long silken gown. " Grand Mum!" she cried! The woman turned to her.
"Child, let this be a lesson. Betrayal leaves you dead."
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