[Slightly inspired the black eyed children urban legend & I wrote this while watching tuv's 1 urban legend from every state video on Youtube]
TW: Murder, death, stabbing.
It was the dead of night in the city of Grapevine, Texas on a cold day of December. The streets of the small neighborhood were empty and dark, only illuminated by streetlamps and the occasional light shining through a house window.
Small, pale feet padded down the damp sidewalk, leaving prints in the snow. A young girl gripped the railing tightly as she hauled herself up the porch stairs of a house with empty flower beds decorated with statues of cats and gnomes. Through the fogged up glass of the door, a small "Live Laugh Love" sign could be seen hanging up in the entryway.
Just as she reached the front door of the home, she drew a small flower into the snow sprinkled across the floorboards with her bare toes, not even flinching as her feet grew red and frostbitten.
Once she was finished, she reached out and gave the door three firm knocks, before stepping back and waiting patiently.
A middle aged woman with her hair in curlers, wearing a nightgown and holding a mug of coffee answered the door after a moment, looking down at the little girl, who was wearing only a thin-strapped Elsa dress and had rosy tinted cheeks from the winter breeze.
"Hello Mrs. Smith... May I please use your phone?" the girl spoke softly, brushing her hair out of her face, despite the wind immediately blowing it back into her eyes.
"Liora, of course... Are you alright? Come in, come in! Where on earth are your shoes and coat?"
Mrs. Smith quickly ushered her inside, closing the door behind them as Liora wiped the dirt and snow from her feet on the doormat.
"Goodness, what are you doing out so late in this cold?" Mrs. Smith spoke as she frantically added two more logs do the flames burning in the fireplace, taking a sip of her coffee.
"May I use your phone, please?" she asked again.
"Ah, yes, it's in the kitchen, dear..."
Liora gave a soft smile before wandering off into the kitchen, taking the phone from the wall and dialing the number before pressing it to her ear.
"Hello?" a voice spoke from the other end.
"Why hello, Mama! I'm at Mrs. Smith's house right now, could you please come pick me up? It's very cold, you know, and I haven't got socks or shoes on." Liora cheerfully twirled the phone cord as she responded.
"Yes, Mama, but she's got a husband. He works night shifts at the hospital, though, so he won't be back until tomorrow morning."
"Perfect. I'll be there in twenty. Make sure to clean yourself up."
Liora hung the phone back up on the wall and calmly walked back into the living room where Mrs. Smith was sitting on the couch, still sipping her coffee.
"My mama's gonna come get me soon, so you don't gotta worry."
"Can I use your bathroom?"
"Sure, darling, it's down the hall to the left."
The carpeted flooring muffled Liora's already soft footsteps as she walked down the dim hallway, closing the bathroom door behind her and flicking on the light.
After rinsing her face and hands off with warm water and killing time in the small bathroom for a while, she heard a knock on the door in the distance.
Liora quickly scampered out of the room and back down the hallway just as Mrs. Smith's body hit the floor and her coffee spilled all over the carpet, the mug shattering upon impact.
"Mama!" she exclaimed as she stepped over the corpse, embracing the young woman now standing in the doorway.
The new woman patted the young girl's head, before pushing her away.
"Not now, honey, you need to finish the job."
She handed the girl a small, blue bellflower.
Liora nodded eagerly and leaned down to stab the stem into Mrs. Smith's chest.
"Good. Now, let's go." Mama said, reaching out and taking Liora's hand, exiting the house and closing the front door behind them.
The little girl skipped happily down the snow-covered streets, holding the hand of her mother, seemingly unphased by what had just occurred.