Its secrets buried beneath the dirt

wind howling, trees falling

A new mystery every day

A girl in a red dress

walked plainly into the woods

as there weren’t anything to fear

but then she got pulled over

all she remembered was sharp claws

Wait…

I remember her name know

it was the red dress girl

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