#alluringphantom

    They’ve been here for a while, gasoline on the fire. Cross-legged on her bed, peering at her from beneath the shimmery pink canopy, shaded as if by a veil, they greet her unanimously as she enters the room.

    “Good morning My Queen and Liege!”

    A chorus of monotony as they wave with jagged grins. All unique. What a creative, special, good girl! There’s nothing harmful about her at all. They part from their collective slump in the bed and assist her into changing into something more regal.