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[SUP][SUB][H3]N O R T H   O F   C R E S T W O O D   H O L L O W:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][color=LIGHTGRAY]Three Nights Ago[/color][/sup][/INDENT][/URL]
[INDENT][INDENT]The sound of metal slicing through the damp soil broke the silence of the dark, quiet night. A thick fog hung low over the dark horizon, hovering just above the cool, wet grass. The stillness of the dark was suddenly broken as a dull thud echoed through the forest. Freshly overturned soil fell from a raised shovel before hitting against the dense moss-covered forest floor. 

The faint call of an owl in the distance only helped to enhance the eerie atmosphere as the shovel dug into the freshly exposed dirt again. A muffled sob came from behind the hooded figure holding the shovel, interrupting the steady toil of soil against the grass. Behind the figure sat a teenage girl, her mouth gagged and her hands bound. She sat on her knees, frozen in fear as her bloodstained face was forced to watch the hole grew larger with each additional strike of the spade while her captor continued to dig.

[b][color=WHITE]“Down in the valley,”[/color][/b] The deep gravelly voice sung as he dug, [b][color=WHITE]“Valley so low.”[/color][/b] More soil fell from the shovel as the girl began to sob harder, tears mixing with blood from a gash above her eye, staining the rag that muffled her dread. 

[b][color=WHITE]“Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.”[/color][/b] The hooded man continued to sing, the hole becoming deep enough that he could stand in it now, prompting the man to climb into the opening. As he stood in the hole, he lifted the shovel to widen the walls, all the while continuing to sing his lullaby. 

[b][color=WHITE]“Hear the wind blow, dear, hear the wind blow,”[/color][/b] His voice grew louder as the man climbed back out of the hole, his head turning towards the girl as the pale light of the moon illuminating a smile on his stubble covered chin. [b][color=WHITE]“Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.”[/color][/b]

Taking a step towards the girl, a long thin blade slid down the hooded man’s sleeve and into his hand as he neared her. A gloved hand took hold of the girl’s chin, lifting her eyes to meet his before he leaned down, whispering in her ear.

[b][color=WHITE]“Roses love sunshine, violets love dew. Angels in heaven know I love you,”[/color][/b] The knife tapped lightly against the girl’s throat as her sobs became heavier.  As he continued to sing, the man lowered the knife, its blade slowly moving down her sternum, opening her shirt and exposing her chest.

[b][color=WHITE]“Know I love you, dear, know I love you. Angels in heaven, know I love you.”[/color][/b] Suddenly, the man’s leather-clad hand moved from the girl’s chin to her neck, tightening around her throat as the blade dug into her skin. Her screams were inaudible as the gag staying firmly in place while the man carved into her chest.

[b][color=WHITE]“Writing this letter, containing three lines,”[/color][/b] He continued to sing gently as the girl’s body struggled against her bindings. [b][color=WHITE]“Answer my question, ‘Will you be mine?’”[/color][/b] Smiling as he pulled the bloodied blade back from the woman, the assailant stood, lifting the girl by her throat before turning towards the hole he had dug. Releasing the girl, the hooded figure tossed her inside. His haunting voice continued to echo in her ears as he resumed his song.

[b][color=WHITE]“‘Will you be mine, dear, will you be mine?’ Answer my question, ‘Will you be mine?’”[/color][/b] The sound of his singing was interrupted by the sound of metal sliding through the dirt. A shovelful of soil suddenly landed on the girl as she quickly realized what was happening. Shovelful after shovelful began to rain down on the girl as she desperately fought against her bonds, but it was to no avail. Her eyelids began to grow heavy as the taste of dirt saturated her mouth. 

[b][color=WHITE]“Down in the valley, valley so low. Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.”[/color][/b] The man smiled, resuming his song while continuing to bury the still-living girl. Her head quickly disappeared as the dirt rose over her. The surface layer shaking as the last of the girl’s fighting spirit continued to struggle for air. More and more soil was piled on top until the man stopped, resting on the shovel as he watched the earth cease to move, a satisfied smile crossing his face.

[b][color=WHITE]“Hear the wind blow, dear, hear the wind blow.”[/color][/b] He whispered before turning away and walking into the thick forest. His voice echoing between the trees as he vanished into the darkness of the night.

[b][color=WHITE]“Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.”[/color][/b][/INDENT][/INDENT][/COLOR]