There once was a little girl with hair the color of sunshine, and she lived all by herself. Imprisoned in a mansion the color of blood. The villagers knew she had killed her parents in the night with a saw, and they thought lock her in the old abandoned mansion, and she will die, and we will no longer have to worry about her. They were right until a few days later at sunrise the girl died, and they soon after realized they were very wrong. At first,, it was footsteps that belonged to no one. Then it was laughter and soon after little droplets of blood dripping from the roofs of...