I tell you a story? A new and terrible one? A ghost
Once upon a time there were four girls. One was pretty. One was
clever. One charming, and one...one was mysterious. But they were
all damaged, you see. Something not right about the lot of them.
Bad blood. Big dreams. Oh, I left that part out. Sorry, that
should have come before. They were all dreamers, these girls. One
by one, night after night, the girls came together. And they
sinned. Do you know what that sin was? No one? Their sin was that
they believed. Believed they could be different. Special. They
believed they could change what they were--damaged, unloved.
Cast-off things. They would be alive, adored, needed.
Necessary... But it wasn't true. This is a ghost story
remember? A tragedy. They were misled. Betrayed by their own
stupid hopes. Things couldn't be different for them, because
they weren't special after all. So life took them, led them,
and they went along. They faded before their own eyes, till they
were nothing more than living ghosts, haunting each other with
what could be. With what can't be.
Isn't that the scariest story you've ever