Once upon a time there was this boy. Brought up by very christian and decent people. The Mother named Gretel and the Father named Claus and times were rough. The Sister of the family soon became sick after her 13th birthday, showing signs by not being able to walk. Quickly the family alienated her, left her in bed with the Nana by her side.
Two days passed. The house doctor didn't even have any answers. Soon a rumor in town spread that the daughter of the house of Gretel and Claus, had a face filled with festering sores surrounded by inflamed tissue. It was horrible. Hastily the family sent away their son to the local priest for remedy.
But nothing, nothing happened and the son was gone for days.
When he finally arrived home, something had changed. His face had become pale, with a shadow of loath.
While walking past his family, anxiously standing on the doorstep, he didn't make an effort to greet them, he just continued his steps inside the house and towards his sister's bed.
With a sweep of his cloak, a bible revealed itself and a crucifix was set in his hand. The son pressed the crucifix against his sister's forehead and she opened her eyes. With a furious roar she flung her body against his and opened her mouth. The stench from her rotting inside filled the room and with her claw-like hands, she grasped her brother's collar "Are you my salvation?" she whispered.
He pressed his hand against her face, forcing her back into the bed. "Yes, I am finally here."
Long story short...
Hasta luego,
Louise
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