BookFan06: There is a game on which you can make your own horror story. I tried it and this came out of it. I change some spelling errors and altered it from how it originally looked, just so it will make more sense.

Here’s the story:

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Hello, my name isMiss Maple. What I'm about to tell you is a true story... These events happened a long time ago, when I was much younger, but they've haunted me ever since.

I used to live next door to a girl named Brenda, who fell in love with a young man from France namedJacques. They were like no other couple I'd ever seen. They fit together so well, and their love was perfect in every way.

Soon they grew up, got married and had three children. One of the children, Jane, was exceptionally bright and precocious. She would question all sorts of things, and get into all sorts of sticky situations.

One time, Brenda found her daughter stuck in the pantry. The pantry door had child safe locks, and it clicked closed while Janestood inside the pantry, looking for something she could swear was inside.

"Mommy," Janeasked, "Can you help me find this little girl's lost arm? She told me she left it in our pantry."

"An arm?" Brenda asked, surprised. "What are you talking about honey?"

"Nothing mommy, never mind."

As time passed, Janebecame more and more strange.

"Mommy, do you hear that awful scream?" she would say, even though the room was completely silent.

Or...

"Mommy, do you smell the corpse? It's hurting my nose." Brenda's back would be turned whenever her daughter spoke. The sound of her voice always made Brenda jump.

Brenda didn't know what to do. She wanted her daughter to have an active imagination, but also didn't want her to lose touch with reality.

She would answer back, "No, I don't hear that awful scream." Or, "No, I don't smell the corpse. Why don't you go and find your brother Pierre to play with?"

She would dream about the things her daughter told her. She would hear the awful scream and smell the corpse. She would see her daughter in the dreams, blood dripping from her daughter's mouth.

She would wake up in a cold sweat.

One night--

Brenda woke up and had a horrible feeling in her stomach. She ran to Jane’sroom, but she wasn't anywhere in the room.

She screamed.

Her husband, Jacques, ran into the room, wondering what the devil was going on.

"Where is Jane?" she said, "Where on Earth is she?"

Her husband couldn't believe this was happening again. He hated having to explain it to her over and over. "Jane is no longer with us," he said, "You know that." He tried to touch her arm.

She turned quickly from him. "What are you talking about?" she demanded.

"Every year, on her birthday, you do this." He explained. "She was accidentally locked in the pantry, playing hide and seek, and you couldn't find her as the fire started. She would have been 10 years old today."

Brenda burst out crying, and buried her head in her arms. Jacques reluctantly left the room, because he couldn't stand it. Besides, it wasn’t new…

"Mommy, why are you crying?" Jane asked, as she reached out to touch her mother’s cheek. "It's okay, I’m here..."

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BookFan06: I know it’s not the best story ever, but at lest I made it a little better than how I had it on the website. Originally it made no sense and I had the characters named after Jane Austen characters. Please be kind.