Tucker Cummings

Chapter 260: The Juniper Tree

In Uncategorized on September 17, 2011 at 5:27 am

The Margery on the other side of the door laughs: a high, tinkling sound that makes my blood run cold. There are shots fired, then silence.

And then, she begins to sing:

“My mother, she killed me;
My father, he ate me;
My sister, little Margery,
Gathered up all my bones,
Tied them in a silk handkerchief,
And laid them under the Juniper-tree:
Kywitt! Kywitt! what a beautiful bird am I!”

I thought she was like me, but I was wrong. If that is a Margery on the other side of the door, she’s just a child.

A terrifying child.

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