Cutting My Life Short

by NeonNightmare63

Walking down the street alone one night, newly orphaned Amelia Whitewood seeks shelter in the shop of the mysterious Undertaker. It doesn't make her life any easier now that she's obsessed with solving a mystery...who or what killed her parents? All she remembers is a sharp, shiny object, and a creepy spine-tingling giggle before it all went black and she awoke on the street alone.

I don't know what I am supposed to do now. After just seeing my parents torn apart by a dark, scary monster, has left me feeling so scared and alone. My long straight blonde hair is streaked with my parent's blood, and my skirt is torn. Walking down a dark abandoned street, my despair only grew worse when it started to downpour. Now cold, wet, and alone, I couldn't think of anything else except for finding a nice dry place to hide out in. All the shops were closed and the doors were all locked. Right when I was about to lose all hope, I noticed a shop with a light on near an alleyway.

It felt like my whole life was about to get better, as I hurried towards that shop. Looking through the windows of the shop, I saw a man standing at the counter, flipping through a book. I knocked lightly on the door, hoping that he would let me in or at least notice me standing there. The man looked up, and slowly walked towards the door. As the door opened, creepy giggling reached my ears as the man looked down at me with his head cocked to the side in a curious manner. "My, my, what do we have have here? What are you doing at my door so at late at night m'dear? Especially looking such a fright?" the man asked me.

"I-I need help…please. Something…something just killed my…my parents…please…help me." I managed to stutter out from between my chattering teeth.

"Come in m'dear and I'll make some tea. Hehehe…it's been a while since I've had a living guest come to visit me." He ended giggling, holding the door open for me. When the door opened, I quickly ran into the shop, seeking the warmth I could feel coming from the fireplace. "What…what do you m-mean living g-guest?" I stuttered out.

"Well you see my dear…that's my job…I'm a mortician…the only guests I get are already dead-sometimes torn the pieces so that they are unrecognizable. Now tell me sweety…who are you?"

"My…My name is…is Amelia…Amelia Whitewood. I'm…I'm 16 and…I'm now orphaned" Saying the last part of that made realization come crashing down on my head. I'm now orphaned…I have no parents…nowhere to go…I'm alone now. "Now what's…what's your name?"

"Well m'dear…everybody calls me Undertaker…" He responded, giggling that creepy giggle again…I began to shiver. What did I just get myself into….?