The Woman In Black Continuation

A music box sang a sweet melody, she had a black veil, a black dress and lured you into death. My mother told me to avoid the people who stayed at her house & the people who could see her. I had friend's taken by her. She forced them to do bad things. Mother couldn't stop her, nobody could. For she, was the Woman In Black.

In her life, she had a son, my age. He was taken from her, by his aunt, the woman's own sister claimed her insane. There was nothing more insane than how much she loved her offspring. Her sister was a bad mother herself. They crashed into a lake full of tar. . . Selfish fools saved themselves and as for the woman? She was driven mad by her sisters reckless acts. Her son died by drowning, his body eloped in black sticky muck. His body laid there until the woman decided to join her son. Suicide. Set up a rope and coiled it around her neck. Took her own life.

People saw her after death and she swore that if she couldn't have her child, no one could. Taking the children of my village in her own selfish act. A kind willingly man rescued the corpse of her boy. . . Her grudge still held against the town. . .  The woman was so complicated, confusing, and cruel. . . She had succeeded in getting her child and yet the anger remained boiling under her grave. Her sister who was long in death with her was never forgiven. That kind man had a son like the woman. . . The woman drew the poor boys attention and he stood in the middle of the railroad and awaited for her. All that was coming was a train, and his worried father.

They're in heaven now. . . Mother says they're happy - and the woman can't touch them there. There I stood, thinking it all out. Thinking of that kind man, the children taken, the mothers lost their babies because of a jealous ghost. As soon as I knew it... There she was. The Woman In Black. I trembled, I shook, my heart beat fast. There I was, frozen in my own body. Standing above my mothers working job. Dipping fabrics into water... That is, hot water. I couldn't look, I couldn't move! My mind was scrambling but my feet kept moving only feet towards the pot. I fell..... The feel of first.... Steam, pushing back my hair, my dress following behind my limp body...

Then.

The burning sensation against my delicate skin, the intense surge of hot water baking my flesh, I suddenly lost my sight, then feeling... There I was again, now able to turn my head. My mother was on her knees. Crying out my name begging for her baby. I walked over to her, knelt by her, embraced her sweet, loving form and kissed her cheek whispering in her ear. "I love you... Good bye mama..." A white light overlapping the image of her. . .