In a town so far from the sun that a permanent shadow casts over the area that left a depressing feeling. The wind  howl as it past by. Other than the sketchy feeling the place left to newcomers and the permanent shadow drifting over the sky it was just another old town trying to be known for something. But not the ally. Not the ally with no name. For if you named it you shall surly be cursed.

The ally with no name lived a dark presents filtering out every last speck of good it flowed to the end of the block. people born hear would not dare to step in it much less engulf there body in it entirely. Some people say pure people which represented the light would be thrown out by a force. But The worst of a person you are the deeper you could go in this was how people from this town filtered out the pad people who commit a crime by tying them to a rope and tell them to go as far as they can if the rope become loose they know the person stopped the farther a person can go the me more severe the punishment is. know one committed a crime since this arrangement made centers ago.

In a run down-building a small girl age of ten was with the police. She was all wrapped in a large blanket for it had been raining cats and dogs earlier. But the water was no longer pouring just like it was no longer clear. the water had became red, a crimson blood color for it was indeed blood and she had witness it. A brutally large orphanage massacre. All the children lying dead in there own blood. Cold, still, silent. But a husk of skin. The nuns who care for the children in the most delicate manner had been impaled, sliced up. All dead yet a tiny child managed to survive was questionable. But a female child with such beautiful long golden hair would be easy to halt if you stepped on it. Dry blood ran down her forehead and neck. the killer surly wouldn't harm themselves other children had the same thing but when the  police touched the line. The face fell off. quickly the police looked at the girl and told her to stay still. imminently she refused she told them she would see if her face was still attached. And get it stitched back on if not.

The police found some kids around the girls age and there faces where missing or almost some had skin left on there faces the police ventured further into the orphanage for the case leaving the tinny girl alone and defenseless. But the police had vanished and the girl tore of her hare the golden hair you thought she owned.

Authors Note: I would love to post pictures but I don't know how. Its already drawn but I haven't discovered how to transport the picture on paper to the computer. Frustration!