That was the worst week of my life; literally, what I've been through in this week was as terrifying as going through a war (Which I've been through many times).

It started Monday night; we had just finished another boring world conference where Angleterre yelled at me most of the time, the meetings were in America so Alfred had given us all our own small houses on a small street. Washington Street I believe the name of the street was; the houses were literally small with only one bathroom, a small living room, a small kitchen (Which I was really upset about), and one bedroom; Alfred had gotten some of the other American representatives to clean up the houses for us, we were located in Southern South Carolina (I would of rather had went to New York but this is where Alfred stuck us) in a small time where nobody would hardly notice that we were of different languages.

My house was a pale yellow colored with my flag attached to the door; I took the flag off the door and pushed it open, inside sitting next to the fireplace was a girl, she had long black hair and dark eyes, I suspected this was one of Alfred's children or whatever the representatives are to him and stepped forward to her. "Bonjour" I simply said, the girl sat there for another few minutes then stood up walking past me and out of the house whispering something over and over under her breath.
How rude! I remember thinking while watching the girl past, there was something about her that seemed wrong but I didn't try to pursue the strange girl I will have to tell Alfred about her, ask him who she is.

The afternoon went by quickly; I had went over to Arthur's and annoyed him for a while then went home and make myself supper (I was invited to a party at Alfred's but I refused) it was a quiet night, everything outside was still and peaceful. I went out onto the porch and drank a glass of wonderful wine while reading a book from the bookcase in the living room; I noticed that it was legends about America; I read stories about Skinwalkers, Black eyed children, and route 666. I laughed at the stories, not believing them. I had stopped reading the book on the story of the Ghost Hag; I promised myself to read it in the morning and got up going to bed. That night I dreamt a strange dream; that black haired girl was on top of me in the riding position, she was staring down at me with blood red eyes, I tried to speak but couldn't, I felt scared but something told me that I shouldn't fight her. At the end of the dream she leaned down and gave me a simple kiss on the lips before disappearing and I woke up; that day I was tired as all hell, it felt like I had stayed up all night but I know I had fallen asleep! The sleepiness had gotten so bad that Ludwig dismissed me so I could go home and rest.
When I walked up to the house for the second time a strange sensation it me; I felt fearful of something in the house, I stopped myself from reaching the door handle and ran off the porch and to Arthur's house to sleep. He wasn't very happy about it when he came home; he pushed me out of bed and ordered me out, I pleaded him to let me sleep there tonight but he just waved me off.

The dream came again that night; that time I felt awake as she traced her fingers over my chest, a thing she hadn't done that night, I felt like I couldn't refuse the beautiful girl away so I was left lying there for another night. When I woke up in the morning I felt like I was going to die I was so tired; I stumbled around my house having trouble getting dressed, I even drank maple syrup by accident I was so tired. I got to the meeting and pulled Alfred into one of the ride rooms gripping his shoulders tightly. "You have to start controlling that… girl! She comes into my dreams and is haunting me!" Alfred was looking at me like I was nuts then looked back up at me.
"What does this girl look like?", "Black hair, red eyes, very beautiful", "She isn't one of mine"
I was about to yell out angrily; I was so tired and wasn't in the mood to deal with Alfred's bullshit, Alfred seemed calmer than usual and told me to put a camera up overlooking me as I slept. I thought it was a good idea; maybe this girl was sneaking in and seducing me in my sleep!
I went into town and bought the best camera they had; I had to get to the bottom of this, even if it killed me…

I was pulled out of sleep around midnight when I heard a crash; something had knocked over the camera! I slowly peered over my covers and saw the girl, except…

Except she has no skin… it was all red flesh with blue veins streaming up and down her skinless body, I bit down on my tongue to stop from screaming out in horror and ducked under the covers, the same voice in my mind told me not to move… not to fight…
Suddenly someone started to sing, my eyes grew heavy, I didn't want to sleep… I didn't want the thing to do whatever it was she did to me! But sometime in the next three minutes I had fallen asleep.

When I woke up in the morning I hopped up and went to watch the camera… Nothing… all I could see was me staring at the camera horrified…
I collapsed into the recliner in the living room exhaustedly, I didn't know what to do… what to think… I happened to look over to the side and saw the book I had been reading few nights ago, I picked it up and stared at it. The girl had to be a demon or something of that nature! I flipped through the pages of the book looking for something that resembled the girl I had seen.

I found a page in the book all about a demon called The Boo Hag; the ghost hag was a vampire like ghost that comes into your room and sucks your life energy at night leaving you exhausted and tired in the morning. Then I saw the next sentence in red. Never ever fight a Boo hag, they will rip off your skin and wear it as their own.
Maybe that was what happened with the girl… she saw a Boo Hag and tried to fight it… Maybe the whispers in my head were the girl trying to warn me not to follow her same fate…

Not seeing a way to rid of a Boo Hag I took the book with me to the meeting and showed Alfred afterwards; Alfred at first had no idea what I was talking about, but after I showed him the page in the book he realized what it was. "I see… you were cursed with a Boo Hag…", "How do I keep it out!" I cried at him desperate for answers, Alfred paused for a moment then looked at the window. "Indigo blue, paint every doorway and window frame Indigo blue, make sure there are no cracks or spots unpainted. Hell paint the whole outside of the house top to bottom indigo blue! That should stop her, but just in case but a wick broom right next to your bed. She will stop to count the strands of straw and you will be able to sleep peacefully."
I thanked Alfred with all my heart then ran out to get the paint totally ignoring that I was in the middle of a meeting, I got the paint and many wick brooms. I slowly painted the house making sure there were no cracks or holes that wasn't blue. That night I set the broom next to my bed and lay down. Even though I did hear a screech outside of pain as if she was trying to come in I knew that Boo Hag couldn't, I learned to pay attention to folklore and other stories even if they were from Alfred.

Also to make a side note, It looks like Angleterre hasn't slept in days!

Heres the Boo Hag story for you I AM THE LORD OF BOOKS. I thought Francis would go wonderfully with this story~ Up next is the Jersey Devil~

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~Daiz

(*Side note: I am working on Tino, I've got extreme writers block for that one ^_^' Thank you for your patience and support~! Keep it up!*)

Edit *the name of the ghost is Boo Hag Btw ^_^' sorry!