There once lived a girl who loved all of her things. Her parents gave in to all of her wants and desires, and so she collected everything her eyes grew wide upon the site of. Ancient vases and iridescent glassworks from Rome, exotic creatures that had gone nearly extinct. She didn’t appreciate them though, she merely loved to brag to her gal pals, about how rich her father was. However, her father grew tired of the girls antics, always throwing tantrums when she couldn’t satisfy her greedy need to obtain whatever she saw. And she’d never say thank you to him, he couldn’t recall a single time she ever did. Her mother absolutely adored her, to her the girl could do no wrong. One night, an intense storm pounded on through the long hours of darkness. Booms of thunder chased after flashes of lightning, a chaotic yet soothing symphony. The young girl was frightened, she feared the house would be destroyed and she’d lose all of her things. Just upstairs from her bedroom, her father sat on his bed, contemplating. His wife remained asleep, snoring almost as loud as the thunder outside. Thoughts of how to teach his daughter a lesson bloomed in his mind. He was tired of allowing her to walk all over him, spending all of his money while he was left with none to enjoy himself. He was angry. The father stood from the bed, careful not to stir the sleeping monster. He’d walked to the closet, dressing himself in all black, leaving no skin to show. Quietely, he crept down the stairs, in the direction of his daughters room. A rumble of thunder almost made him blow his cover, as he skirted his shoe on the hardwood floor. He stood silently for a moment to recover, before quietely twisting the knob to her door. Her door made no creak, and the way her room walls...