A girl sobs heavily in the distance of an abandoned road. The people who lived across from there heard her cries and called the local police department instead of going down there themselves.

The police come, never leaving a case astray except they sent only one man. He as the chief of police, who loved children. He offered to go, as any gentleman would do. Plus it was late at night and the other officer that was left had went home to see his pregnant wife and their 2 children. He was settling in for the night, and the chief was left.

So he was the one to get the call, and he was the one that had to go out their and taken of the little girl that night. He was a lonely old man who did nothing but work.

In his old shabby police car that's tuning at the repair shop was way overdue, he drove the 3 miles to mines, where the girl was crying. What little girl goes to the mines at 1 at night and isn't afraid of what stalks in the darkness. Well it didn't strike his mind, it didn't rush past one bit.

Half the town said the mine was haunted, other half said it was an urban legend.

He was that other half. The half that thought tales of those sort were children tales. But why would a little girl, at 1 in the night, be at a place like that?

The door slammed from his police car, the sobbing continued. He took out his flashlight from his belt pocket and inspected the old sewage pipes that were nicked dry.

Old steam blew in his face, and his lungs started acting up again. He coughed on to the crook of his arm, not realizing the blood that tainted his shirt. He wasn't aware of the fate that would come after it either.

His flashlight fell upon a girl in a dirty white sleeping gown. Her hair was bronze and by the skin of her hands, she was ghostly white.

It was as if she didn't notice him, her sobbing continued. "Hey sweetie." He smiled one of his warm smiles. Chief Charles was nicest man in Maine they say, never a bad thought about anyone, never a bad thing to say and always had a wonderful smile on his face.

He held his wrinkled calloused hand forward, "Take my hand." He continued. The girl's sobbing stopped and her form stood still. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." He reached to her overheated body closer and she raised her arms forward to him, her long bronze hair covering her face.

To get any closer to her, he had to climb into the pipe, the pipe was big enough for him to stand in. He walked the 5 steps toward her figure.

He smelled something rotten on the girl, but he didn't think anything of it.

He lifted the girl into his arms, the blood from his sleeve blended into her dress. She felt like hot coal in his hands but he didn't think anything of it either.

His fingers moved her hair back behind her ear, revealing her face. He almost dropped her when his eyes fell upon it.

She was the most beautiful thing you can ever believe. Her eyes a vibrant green, her lips a luscious pink, her skin the palest of white. "Why do you cover your beautiful face with this long hair?" He asked in a daze, not having control over his words.

She shrugged and hugged herself into his chest, her dirty hair rubbing under the side of his stubby chin. As he walked closer to the moonlight, he saw her true form.

Before he had time to drop her, or even scream he had already died of a heart attack because of her hideousness.

She feasted upon his corpse, his flesh and his bones. His entire body.

She felt a presence near her. Turning she saw a hand beckoning her forward.

She wiped her mouth with the sleeve if her gown, the blood soaking into its depths and took the hand of which is now a stranger. He had a frown upon his face for he knew this was a bad deed, knowing that their father wouldn't be happy.

As the walked threw the path of the forest, she gripped the hand of her brother happily as she skipped the way with him.

Her blood may be tainted, but so it was with every person.

Their souls were tainted, leaving them into the unknown. The unknown was terrifying, it was what stands in front of you.

It could be your husband, your wife, your children, a friend, a classmate, even a stranger. What's scary is that it might even stand next to you every second of the day and every second off the night, waiting, waiting.

A drop of blood falls from the sleeve of her gown and she laughed and teased her brother and licks the blood from her abnormal teeth.

These are Tainted Souls.

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