Halloween
Rating: PG/K+
Genre: Suspense
Summary: Something I wrote for my computer class. Halloween at the Orphanage, from Jennifer's point of view.
Author's Note: … Yeah. I had to write something for my computer class and put all these special effects with it. And thus this was born. Cookie points to those who can guess what poem I referenced for rhyming schemes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rule of Rose. It belongs solely to Atlus.
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Once upon an evening dreary,
When young Jennifer awoke, weak and weary
In the Filth Room, full of laundry and chore
There came a rapping, there came a tapping,
A rapping at the Filth Room's door.
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"One of the others," She whispered.
"One of the other orphans, and nothing more."
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And then, to answer all the tapping,
The little girl who had been napping
Called out to the person behind the door,
"I'm coming!" And set her feet to the floor.
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And it was then she did remember,
It was two months from that bleak December
Full of misery and full of woe,
Whose tale is not now to be told.
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Halloween! The thought occurred.
And still the tapping was to be heard
From the other side of the Filth Room's door.
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But now Jennifer was wary,
For surely it was something scary,
Something scary on the other side of the door,
For the others disliked young Jennifer,
And would have left her to loneliness forevermore.
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If not for her faithful companion
Surely she would grieve her branding
As an outsider to the orphan's core…
And it was he who investigated the rapping
At the Filth Room's door.
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His doleful eyes and fur on high,
His soft whines and barks did not imply
That danger lay beyond the Filth Room's door…
So Jennifer opened it a little, and then some more.
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Nothing. Nothing beyond the Filth Room's door.
But her faithful companion was not so sure,
And away he went down the hall, nose to the floor
Leaving Jennifer behind at the Filth Room's door.
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"Some rotten joke and nothing more."
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While the orphan's scorn left her heart sore,
Stifling curiosity now picked at her mind
And a need to satisfy it was what she bore.
So off she went after her faithful companion
Down the hallway to the next door.
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Dark were the halls of the upper floors
Lit only candle-lights in lamps above the doors
"Martha must have lit them, for sure,
Or maybe Clara, for the night's endure."
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The chill of darkness, the feel of watching eyes,
Eyes that burn and eyes that despise,
Gave Jennifer the greatest fright,
And if not for her companion, maybe flight.
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"No games tonight! No jokes on me!
I've done nothing wrong this month,
As you've surely seen!
Please, Diana, leave me be!"
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If the Duchess heard, she gave no sign
But a giggle was heard, soft and fine
Somewhere in the rooms nearby
Belonging, undoubtedly, to a pair of those eyes.
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And now Jennifer, her nerves so frayed
Was paralyzed in the darkness, afraid
For now she knew it was mischief that preyed
And as always, the victim she stayed.
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"Meg! Susan! Amanda! Eleanor!
I can't take these jokes anymore!
What have I done to earn your scorn?
What cause do you have to make me forlorn?"
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No words came whispered from the night
But another giggle sounded, quiet and light.
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Surely now she knew their game:
Ignore her again, as custom became,
And further rub in that her presence went unwanted
While unseen from the darkness, they sat and taunted.
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"No more, no more," The child wept.
Surely this was concocted while she slept
Locked in the unlocked Filth Room,
Imprisoned in the tomb.
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And from behind, there came a shuffle
Jennifer whirled, and her companion snuffled
A door opened and shut, fast as lightning
And Jennifer panicked, her lip she was biting.
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"I'll go back to bed. That's what I'll do.
I'll lock the door so they can't get through.
They hate the Filth Room anyway;
That's why I'm always the one that's sent there to play."
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And so she turned to head on back
But in that darkness, terrible and black
A shadow moved from wall to wall
Ignoring then Jennifer's call:
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"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it now!
I'll go away, if you'll allow!
All I want is to be alone!"
No answer came to her, and she groaned.
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Giggling, giggling, echoing around
But still no sources could be found
Candles flickered with barest light
Not enough to illuminate a path of flight
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And then, the faces! All around!
Ghastly beasts all surround
Her companion barking, yowling
At the beasts, whom now were howling
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Jennifer screamed, screamed, screamed!
The realization of her darkest dreams!
Surrounded by monsters with blackest eyes
Eyes that hate and eyes that despise
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Screaming, screaming, screaming more!
Terrified, bolting for the door!
"Monsters! Wendy, monsters!
Save us from the dreaded monsters!"
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Away she ran, away she fled,
Back to the Filth Room, what courage she had now shed
And bawl she did upon the floor
Happiness gone forevermore.
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And downstairs, the laughter broke out
The terror was hilarious, that little lout
She deserved to cry, deserved to bawl-
She had it coming, after all.