The Evil Sprite #MiniTalesOfTerror

I do not breathe, I do not need to read. Believe me, I tried to be evil. I hated it. Saints are just beggars of glory and might. For now there is no saint, no sinner, just ink. The ink stain bled messily on the map of The Sekries Mansion. 

‘Don’t move in there, there is only lies and we know the secret.' spoke a dreadful middle aged woman.

'But fear me, madrigal, for secrets are full of it. Fear me! Death, I am your master!'

Thirty three years eariler, Madrigal enjoyed tying her lace with the tinged map in her mouth she had just found in the backyard, Jekyll her brother was only seven and knew all this time they shouldn’t be breaking in. The brown haired, brown eyed and malt toned Madrigal didn't know it yet, but she was madly in love with the mystery that she bore. They broke in through the back. 

No need for a key, they had been told the backgate would be left ajar but tied with tape. Rip! 

Time slips by us all, I think to myself. I know they're here. I sip my tea in the living room, I should have let it brew but they touched the brimstone before I was ready for my ritual. It was then, my moment. 

Rrr-reeeek!

The silhouette of a boy turns around, disturbed. I glide over to the wall to listen. There is another! I shake the electricals in the walls with a surge. I would have thrown the stacked saucepans to the floor but that's just not me. The screams, finally! I move in. 

I do not breathe. I do not need to, but down her spine, she feels it. Me. The sprite that haunts the mansion. I'm right there. Mine! 

But...but...In bed, how? I remember the mansion. Jekyll! There, is he okay? My brother is just standing there with a frown. I don’t know how to speak. It's like there's a twist in my tongue.

That's me. From now on, never leave the thought of me. 

My dear Madrigal, so sweet now turned.
Madrigal, I stole back a body. I see your soul.
Madrigal, kill him. Kill Jekyll now.

I rise from the bed, and end up in a jail cell. I can't move. They've tied me up in this jacket. Jekyll, My Jekyll. 

Shh now, just rest. If you want to see him, you'll just have to trust me. Is that understood, my dear?