There was a little girl...
I'm quite cross with Grandmummy. She's gone, and we were just beginning to have such fun.
But this is a sewer, I know that much. The world sounds different to me. It whispers such wicked lullabys.
Down came the rain and burned the spiders out.
The whole world is a grave, and it sings off key. But I hear the strongest chord. He's calling to me. He's power and honey and the jaws of the wolf. He's close. I can feel him. It isn't Daddy. I'm still cross with Daddy, too.
It's like Christmas, with carols and snow and Jack Frost cutting off noses out of spite. The world sounds different in my head and the stars are all stuffed under the bedclothes.
I wish Miss Edith hadn't been so naughty. She could sit with me by the hearth and roast chestnuts until they break in half.
[ETA: Dru and Wesker go hunting and there's a semi-graphic kill down in that thread. Be warned.]