It's been 22 months since the village has seen a sunny day.

22 months earlier, the last brainless day, a girl singing outside on her Mary way. "oh, look! a witch' she saw; cripple, cripple and behind her a little Red door. The girl couldn't control her curiosity and made her very way, to the red door where she wanted to play. Behind the door was too much Red for the girl to handle. A red boat, a red coat and even a red door handle.

Behin, far in the distance, where she could see, were clues to lead her to a large pair of Red Shoes hidden under a red plastic tree. As she approached it, it got smaller and smaller to fit her feet.
"what size it is, is all up to me to make it fit perfectly." thought the shoe, if it could speak. As she put them on it tightened to her taste and she knew it wasn't a waste.

She left the Red room with a smile on her face and a dance in her shoes. As she leaves, the door closed with a Bang! and the girl never looked back again.
Skipping on her very way. Dancing all night and day. The shoes were happy to be worn again.

22 months later the people knew she was bewitched. They tried to find her, but her house had already been ditched. Everything left behind, all but the little girls' Red prize. She danced away.
She fled.

Once the girl was caught they sent her up for execution. Behead her was their 1st option or a mental institution.
They took a blade and slid it down. Her head was now on the ground. Her face was frowning, her shoes still smiling. Her head slightly slanting,
while her Red shoes still dancing.

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