"so..back then there was this lady and her husband cheated on her with a lady that was prettier than her...when she found out she yelled at her husband and extended the lines of her mouth with a knife...now when you're walking alone..she'll come up to you with a knife and ask you if she's pretty..if you say yes then she cuts your face and if you say no she kills you"
(I most likely didn't tell the story right-)
"ok... back when I was pretty young, I used to have an imaginary friend. I called her the red lady. She would only come at exactly midnight, and she would tell me stories. Stories of sailors who died at sea, mysterious disappearances, stories of blood and gore. Then she would sing a song, only to disappear from my room without a trace. She wore an unforgettable ruby red dress, it was long and beautiful, she had pitch black hair trailing down her shoulders. I never saw her face. She wouldn't show it. She would come every night as long as I wouldn't get out of my bed while she was in the room. If I did she would leave. One day I was tired of it, I wanted to know what she looked like. Curiosity got the better of me. While she was sitting next to me, telling a story, I got up and took a look. Her face was distorted into a twisted smile, her teeth, sharper than a saber tooth cat, her eyes were deep holes with no end and her nose was simply non-existent. She screamed and left immediately saying it was all my fault. After that it was blank until I wake up the next morning alone with my window wide open. Soon news started rolling in about sailors dying, people disappearing, blood and gore, murderers and all those things. The red lady's stories were more than stories. They were warnings. Then the memory of her song came back to me... 🎶dear child, heed what I say, the tale that I have told you today, is a tale you should not soon forget, for in this world there isn't room for regret, do what I tell you and stay in your covers, before the whole world suffers, stay silent and forget about my face, for these are lives that you can't replace🎶 which is very direct and honestly I was kind of an idiot not to listen but everyone makes mistakes, I mean sure mine cost like a bunch of people their lives by whateverrrr. Anyway not a true story obvi lol. But it would be nice to blame most of the bad stuff in our world on a dumb child and a ghost-demon lady."
