Sally Jolce was walking down the streets of her hometown one dark Halloween night. The young woman was nicknamed "Sally Doll" by the townspeople, because she looked like a doll. She had lovely, long, deep red hair and sweet, innocent eyes. Her mom was very poor, and had to sew pieces of fabric together to make Sally's dress. Sally had taken a liking to walking down the streets at night, even though the fellows from town said if she went out on Halloween night, something terrible will happen, causing her death. But Sally didn't believe in such nonsense. After all, she HAD been roaming this very street on Halloween night since she was little, and she was still here, full grown even.
Sally hummed a little tune as she made her way to her favorite bush of flowers to pick some to put on her brother's grave. Her brother, Charlie, had died of a sudden cancer that her mother had no money for treatment. Charlie was only seven when he died, and he was Sally's favorite out of the family, besides mother. At that time, Sally was nine. Her father had run off before Charlie was born. Sally looked around the bush for her brother's favorite flowers: Mountain laurel.
Her ears heard wicked laughter behind her. She recognized it as some kids' because of the high pitch. She smiled, 'They must have pulled a prank on one of the teens.' She thought. She started singing softly, and did not hear the kids' conversation behind her back.
"Barrel! Keep it down, would you? You'll get us caught!" A young girl, Shock, hissed at her younger cohort.
"Sorry." Barrel whispered.
"Shut up you two!" Lock, the oldest by a few weeks, said, glaring at his friends.
These three had gone out for a little fun (torturing people) and their target right now, was Sally...