Merry-Go-Round warning, mild goreMerry-Go-Round by Primitica
Julie paced the old loading docks alone, staring at her feet while they grazed over the rotting planks of burnt boards in an old fashioned, humble way. Her right foot had no shoe, only an old lace sock full of holes and burnt edges near the toes. Her left food had part of a black Mary-Jane shoe holding on by moldy threads, the sole tried to fall away and be left behind. One foot ahead of the other, slowly like lead, dragging her heels as she wandered about the docks looking for the same thing she looked for every night: diamond earrings she took from her mother the day the carnival opened.
"Young girls don't need jewelry like that, your husband will buy those for you when you get married. For now just enjoy being a little girl."
Julie stopped in her tracks as her mother spoke, the ghostly memory staring at her, breathing down her neck and frowning strongly and her eyes pulsed from her skull. The ghost reached across to slap Julie quickly.
"Get on now!" it ye