Pen and Brush-Stories-Red

As I walked down the road of Wanechester I looked over onto the path that led to the rose park as
i called it. This was a park of which every colored rose could be found. And if you went down that
path you would find yourself were there are a few other paths leading to different colors of roses.
One in particular path has a great tale to it. One of the Lady in Red who was to have said the
legend of her was to be born.

There have been many stories of the Lady in Red. All different in there own way. Some of are
tragic or romantic or even brutality horrible. I come to tell you the story of which all three are
involved. The true tale of the Lady in Red. And so here it is.

As Rose Red walked out of the newspaper office for the Town Timez on morning, just looking for a
good story to write she fell and tripped in the cracked road. Waiting for the pain of the fall to come,
it never did. She opened her eyes to find a very handsome man holding her up from her fall.
"Watch your step miss," he said gently. Rose felt as if angels had swept her off her feet.

"Thank you kind sir," she to said faintly. "No problem miss," he said to her. Rose brushed off her
dress and straightened her hat. When she looked up he seemed to stare at her with a insane
smile upon his face as though a madman. But it had come and gone so fast she thought she was
just dazed from the fall.

He smiled at her with kindness than asked her if she wanted to go for tea in the little cafe' on the
corner. Being a lady, excepted his offer. "so miss..ah," he said wanting her name. "Its Rose, Rose
Red," she said shyly. "Well Rose, my name is Dane," he told her.
"Well Dane, do you mind if I ask what you do for a living?" she asked politely. "I tend to the red
roses in Rose Park," he told her. Dane asked her the same question. " I'm a journalist for the
Town Timez," she told him."Really, well you must be writing quite a bit with all those killings going
on around here," he pointed out. "Well, for a while they were good stories but now that they
stopped there not much to write about." she said sadly. "Maybe the killer is just tired or waiting for
his next victim," he told her. She nodded in agreement. "Your job must be lovely being surrounded
by those beautiful flowers all the time," she said enviously.

They talked for a few more minutes then she left after making plans on meeting him on the bench
in the red rose path. They planned to meet at eight. Rose couldn't seem to bearable to stop
thinking about Dane for the remainder of the day so she decided to take the rest of the day off and
get ready.

After more than a few hours she decided to wear a long red dress with red heals and hat. She let
lose her long auburn hair to make the look more elegant. She stepped outside her home and
locked the door. And she was on her way to the park.As she neared the park the street lights
started coming on since it was getting dark. There were no lights in the park so she would have to
find her way.

She reached the path and sat on the bench in the middle of the red roses. Dane told her to meet
her by the bench and that he might be a bit late so not to leave. He told her he had something
special for her. Rose started to hear noises but just waved them away as night animals rustling
about. But a few sounds later they got a bit stranger. She knew of no night animal that groaned.
Then she remembered why she was there. She was to meet Dane and her might just be trying to
scare her. "Dane is that you? You can come out now and stop trying to scare me," she yelled out
into the night. But Dane did not come out nor did anyone else.

She sat down and waited on the bench but Dane never came. Rose got up from the bench and
started to leave when she saw a dark figure come from behind her. She turned around, "Dane!"
Rose said. I thought you might have forgotten. " Oh, I would never forget about your special night,"
he said with a wicked smile on his face. "Are you ok? You look a bit different," she said nervously.
He just smiled and pulled out a long thin knife . "Surprise'" he said then tried grabbing her. She
started to run but her heel got caught in a brick on the path. She fell forward and Dane caught her.
"Watch you step miss," he said wickedly. She realized at that moment he was the killer and all
those bodies were in this garden the graves that so many have searched for. She was to become
his next victim." NOOOOOOO!," Rose screamed. At that moment he said " Hows this for a story,"
then slit her throat.

Rose red was buried under the red roses with the others never to be found. Her blood dripping
from the petals never to be seen. How you may ask i know the truth. This is how, i am the ghost of
Rose Red. And here is the end of my storie....or is it.

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