This story starts in an old house with two broken tables, damp walls, a broken backdoor creaking in a disturbing manner, a window mourning over the loss of panes, drops of water falling on the dirt hugging base and an old painting of a girl, more like an word art. A tree without leaves supporting a dead creeper, standing admist a barren piece of land behind the about-to-crumble-down structure, adds a flavour of obnoxious despair into the thick air surrounding the area.
A girl of sixteen once resided here all by herself. Her family had abandoned her for her strange fetish of collecting blood from local meat shops and drinking them afterwards.
The first day she collected some spiders and ants, smashed them under her bare heels and roasted them for supper. It was her daily routine until there weren't any insect left in the house. Whenever her stomach ached, she made a habit of biting out chunks of meat from several parts of her body and slurping away the blood. Slowly in course of time, microbes took shelter on her body, worms started to feast upon her. The excruciating pain made her laugh hysterically as she pulled her hair full with lice from roots.
One day, her family came back to take her away. They found her rotten body with insects coming out of every opening of it. They wept profusely for isolating her. A painting was lying beside her. A magnificence word art, ornamented with dust particles. Guilt ate them from inside. So they resolved to take away the painting with them.
A week later, the neighbours were forced to break their wooden door for a strange foul smell coming from their portion, only to find walls covered with thick patches of blood, rotten bodies of all members scattering everywhere covered with innumerable insects and lizards with some organs missing, intestines spilled out, bloodied floor. Arrangements were immediately by the Secretary of the housing so that every member receives a proper burial. The painting, however was taken by an antique shop owner. Nobody had a problem with it. Until his body was found in the same way, in his living room with no trace of the actual painting.
So the next time, somebody tries to sell you a beautiful piece of word art depicting an innocent teenage girl, Beware!
