Hey, so this is GlitterGiraffe and not Sparklewolf, my fabulous friend, and yeah. I hope you've been enjoying her stories as well as mine. The song is not mine. Anyway, this story is a little creepy and takes place when you're five. Enjoy!

IMAGINE YOURSELF...

Playing alone in your backyard. Your mom was inside probably doing work, like she always was, and was not spending time with you. She always got so angry at you. Every parent gets angry but the problem was that her angry was different then other people's angry. Instead of putting you in time out or saying that you wouldn't get dessert, she would hit you. Not just a little swipe on the hand or bottom, but on the face. It also depended on how angry she was. Sometimes she would just keep hitting and hitting while other times it would only be once. Either way, you didn't know why. You always drew pictures for her and made presents and things like that but it would never work. Sometimes, she would be in a good mood. You loved it when that happened. She would give you treats, toys, and candy. But the very next day or the moment you did something wrong, she would drag you home an it would start again. People did notice the bruises and cuts but she always lied by saying that you were a rambunctious child. Whatever that word meant, you knew you weren't it. You were often alone because she didn't let you hang out with anyone. No play dates, nothing.

So you sat, clutching the two dolls, you had made out of sticks, and acting out a scene. But it wasn't working. You had gottwn frustrated because the boy's arm came off. You threw him into the bushes and began to cry. You kept it quiet, though. If your mom found out it would go back to the same thing. Or worse, the closet. You hated the closet. You only had to go in there when your mom was really mad. She made you sit in there but there was also something else in there. A bucket of weird smelling stuff. The longer you stayed in there with the stuff, the more the toxic smell filled the room. You had once blacked out. You promised yourself never to throw a fit again. Never.

You stopped crying when you heard a familiar scream come from within the house. It was your mom but it wasn't her normal scream like the ones she screamed at you. It was different. It was almost like she was in pain. Another scream and another one after that. The screams kept repeating until there was silence. No sound came from the house. You were scared to go go inside. Your mom had sent you out for a reason and if you were to break one of her rules and come in before it was time, you hated to see what would happen. But this time is different, you thought, this time she might be happy that I was worried for her and reward me. That thought gave you a sudden burst of confidence and you walked up to the back door. You put your hand on the handle to open it but something stopped you. It wasn't a hand or a physical thing. It was a voice.

"(Y/n)," it said. It sounded like a sweet woman. Like the woman you had met one day saying that she was a social worker. You liked her. She gave you treats. "(Y/n)." It said again. You turned around to see where the voice was coming from. You were met with a beautiful woman standing in front of you. She had long black hair, red eyes, and a white dress with red stuff all over it. She had pale white skin and more red stuff covered her hands. Paint, you thought, she must like to paint.

"Who are you?" You asked. You mom had told you not to converse with strangers. She smiled and cocked her head to the side.

"Don't you know? I'm Lilith."

"I'm (y/n)." You said warming up to her. She nodded.

"I know." You started to get a little suspicious.

"What are you doing here?" She only turned around and gestured for you to follow.

"Why don't you come with me?" You shook you head more afraid of what your mom would do rather than this pretty lady.

"I can't, my mom says so." The lady turned back and walked over to you. You gulped. The look in her eyes said something. Something horrible.

"Don't worry about your mother, I don't think she'll mind if you come with me."

"Are you sure?" She nodded and held her hand out for you. You hesitantly grabbed it. As you two were walking of into the forest you saw something on the window of your house. It was red splatters. The woman began to sing.

"Come little children, I'll take thee away, to a land of enchantment.

Come little children, the time's come to play, here in my garden of magic.

Follow sweet children, I'll show thee thy way, through all the pain and sorrow

Weep not poor children, for life is this way, murdering beauty and passion.

Hush now dear children, it must be this way, too weary of life and deceptions

Rest now my children, for soon we'll away, into the calm and quiet

Come now little children, I'll take thee away, into a land of enchantment

Come little children, the time's come to play," A small smirk grew on her lips as she sang the last part.

"Into my garden of shadows."