Secret of Scarlet
By: Alycia Farrell and Simone Katz
Clutching the velvety cloth in my hand, my thoughts were trying to grasp who in the world could have sent me this beautiful letter. The golden rope held the fine cranberry-colored cloth together. And Inside befalls the most stunning, golden calligraphy that ever existed.
My dearest Jessabelle,
Your face shins like the morning sun, waking me up each and every morning. Your hair like the rays of the everlasting light of day. Your eyes are star-reflecting as of a moon-lit lake. My heart beats for you, my mind thinks of you, my body worships you. Just a question though, why my dear, you do not believe that you are worthy of love. I will ask of you kindly if you would like to meet me at the cornfield at midnight, where we could plan to leave this wretched town forever.
Your ever-so-faithful secret admirer,
-Lucifer
Blinded by the angelic, beautiful words, I slowly resealed the letter and placed it on the mantelpiece. I walked up the spiraling stair case like a bird gliding over the earth, then lazily flung my numb body on to my plush purple bed and searched vigorously for my phone. I quickly dialed my best friend's number, and fan-girled about the secret admirer letter.
"I don't know Jessa maybe you shouldn't go. Who is this Lucifer in the first place?" Nikki asked.
"I have no clue…but does it really matter? He likes ME and I'll probably never get a chance like this again!" I exclaimed.
"But what if he is a crazy lunatic!? He sure sounds like one! WHO HAS THE NAME LUCIFER!?" she questioned forcefully.
At this point, I hung up. I was provoked with her lack of trust and support for me. Maybe she was just jealous. I put on the most appealing dress I could find, which was hard because I mostly wear jeans, t-shirts and combat boots. I skipped delightfully down the gravel road, toward the old cornfield. It used to be open to the public, before the owner got sued for a bunch of unknown disappearances on the property. That didn't stop me from running across the road at night to go and hide from my abusive step-dad. But that's another story—he's in prison now. I was about to enter the chipped, rotten wooden gate but then I got this feeling like someone was watching my every move.
"Lucifer?" I called out loud toward the chicken coop.
In the cornfield I heard a charming, gracious answer. "Over here my love!" he called.
I ran at full speed, as fast as my legs could carry. But then I began to hesitate as the dark, shadowy figure began to grow closer with every move I made. His beckoning voice rang out to my ears and I fell in a lost trance as he guided me near.
As both feet struck the ground inside the cornfield, I realized that I made a mistake. I shouldn't have come here. I should've listened to my good friend. For now, as I look around wildly, my blurred eyes couldn't find the exit. Now I was surrounded completely by miles and miles of cornstalks. I frantically ran for hours in a desperate attempt to escape. I never found a way out. I wandered hopelessly for miles and miles and unexpectedly collapsed with exhaustion. There I laid, dehydrated, and baked by the summer sun. My name is Jessabelle, and that is how my secret admirer murdered me.