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From the Insane Writer Demon we present: The Tea Party...

In the night of the brightest darkness lies awakening souls that cannot be burned in flames that seek thou hatred...- Me

It was another day in the most dreadful place that has fear written in books that should me unread, dark corners that end lives which are already invested with strange and lethal creatures to be dealt with should not be confronted. A small town in England rested one of the richest families, a business man, and his lovely wife who was swimming in luxury, the two had a daughter as the age of 8 who was fairly seen...and heard...

It was a darkest hour in the late night, a small girl by the name of Lenore had given her time to place a small tea party but what was missing was...guests...guests that was in the living room...

Lenore walked into the room with a small smile covering her pale face, "Mummy would you like to join my tea party?" Her mother whose face was buried in a novel responded, "Darling, Mummy is tired and would care less to join a party with imaginary tea and crumpets."

Lenore's smile did not fade but became a bigger, "If that's what you say so Mummy..."

She walked off into the study; a slim and muscular man was sitting and signing off on papers that need to be approved, until he noticed that he wasn't alone anymore...

"Father would you care to join me in a delightful tea party?" the young girl asked with no desperation found in her tone.

"Darling, I am busy and I rather not participate in one of your "games", he said casting off a glare.

Lenore's eyes became glassy...almost lifeless...

"Whatever as you say father...I am sorry to disturb you..." Lenore apologized, her grin became wider, she turned and exited out of the study, and instead of retreating to her bedroom she entered the kitchen. Opening one of the drawers she pulled out a large butcher knife, "A tea party needs guests...my tea party needs guests..." she repeated under her breath.

In the town two screams awakened the demons in hell, the two screams of horror and demise...

Lenore was happily sitting with a warm cup of imaginary tea in front of her...and her two guests who were spilling theirs.

"Isn't this tea party absolutely wonderful?" Lenore asked raising an imaginary crumpet to her lips.

Her "guests" did not answer or utter a word; instead they dripped a red substance onto the floor...

Fin