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Once upon a time, there were three young girls...
These girls were Jenny, Rachel and Verity, and they had been close friends for four years. They were happy and hung out together whenever they could.
However, Jenny couldn't help but be jealous that Verity and Rachel got on so well. Although she loved Rachel, she wasn't willing to be pushed aside. Desperate times...
Jenny never meant for it to go so far, but she was just so fed up with the situation that she couldn't see any way around it. So one day Jenny followed Rachel home, and cornered her.
Although she left Rachel for dead, things didn't work out quite as she'd planned. Within hours, Rachel began to stir, twisting and seizing until she rose, with thoughts of friendship and love far from her mind...
Rather than going after Jenny, as would have been logical, she set her knife on Verity, who was helpless against her undead rage. Fortunately for Verity, Jenny was a hoodoo witch! When she saw Verity lying dead in her flat, she threw caution to the winds and channeled her morally ambiguous powers!
Jeny pondered upon the best option for raising the dead...
After much debating, she settled on the Hand of Evil for her weapon of choice.
Success! At first, it appeared that all was well - Verity was happy to be alive, and they were a pair at last!
However, it didn't take long before the mask of benevelence began to crack...
Jenny ran from the flat before Verity could satisfy her rageful bloodlust, but the chase was far from over.
She soon caught up with Rachel, who was resigned to her fate - she'd returned as a tragic figure of tears and smoke, who could only contemplate death or revenge.
Then from nowhere, Verity's rage subsided, and she was able to find out what had happened to Rachel. She was distressed.
Together, the undead girls set out to exact their revenge...
It didn't take long to find her, nor for the first strike to fall.
Despite her powers, there was nothing she could do but crawl away, bleeding and weakened, as the girls stood over her, plotting the sweetest way to torture their corrupted friend. The last sight she was gifted with was of her two former friends standing above her, with the knowledge that her own selfishness had damned them all forever.
We hope you enjoyed our tale. Sleep well tonight.
These girls were Jenny, Rachel and Verity, and they had been close friends for four years. They were happy and hung out together whenever they could.
However, Jenny couldn't help but be jealous that Verity and Rachel got on so well. Although she loved Rachel, she wasn't willing to be pushed aside. Desperate times...
Jenny never meant for it to go so far, but she was just so fed up with the situation that she couldn't see any way around it. So one day Jenny followed Rachel home, and cornered her.
Although she left Rachel for dead, things didn't work out quite as she'd planned. Within hours, Rachel began to stir, twisting and seizing until she rose, with thoughts of friendship and love far from her mind...
Rather than going after Jenny, as would have been logical, she set her knife on Verity, who was helpless against her undead rage. Fortunately for Verity, Jenny was a hoodoo witch! When she saw Verity lying dead in her flat, she threw caution to the winds and channeled her morally ambiguous powers!
Jeny pondered upon the best option for raising the dead...
After much debating, she settled on the Hand of Evil for her weapon of choice.
Success! At first, it appeared that all was well - Verity was happy to be alive, and they were a pair at last!
However, it didn't take long before the mask of benevelence began to crack...
Jenny ran from the flat before Verity could satisfy her rageful bloodlust, but the chase was far from over.
She soon caught up with Rachel, who was resigned to her fate - she'd returned as a tragic figure of tears and smoke, who could only contemplate death or revenge.
Then from nowhere, Verity's rage subsided, and she was able to find out what had happened to Rachel. She was distressed.
Together, the undead girls set out to exact their revenge...
It didn't take long to find her, nor for the first strike to fall.
Despite her powers, there was nothing she could do but crawl away, bleeding and weakened, as the girls stood over her, plotting the sweetest way to torture their corrupted friend. The last sight she was gifted with was of her two former friends standing above her, with the knowledge that her own selfishness had damned them all forever.
We hope you enjoyed our tale. Sleep well tonight.