Ring Around A Rosie Creepy Novels & Stories

Rose didn't want her or Delilah to worry about her, so she didn't tell them about last night. "Arvan is behaving strangely." Rose said while closing her eyes tight. "What do you mea-" Delilah wanted to ask, but Alice interrupted. "Rossy, did you put make up on your neck?" Rose immediately put her hand on her neck. "Wh-Why?" Rose asked. She felt worried about them watching the marks on her neck. "What are you hiding, Rossy?" Alice asked suspiciously. "No-Nothing, Alice." "Don't worry, Rose. There is nothing on your neck. It's just we can see that you put make up on your neck." Delilah said.

I stored that information away for future reference now that I was going to a place completely filled with them. The salty air mixed with the rocking of the ship wasn't doing any good for my stomach so I headed back inside the ship. I stopped at my brother's level and spotted them at a dingy table playing a card game. Felix looked up and spotted me right away. Before I would have assumed that was because he was really aware of his surroundings but now I think it's more to do with his vampiric capabilities. "Hey, Rose, had enough of the salty air?" "Yeah. What are you guys playing?" I take a seat in the spare chair.

“We just watched Halloween movies and fell asleep,” “Do you think I was born yesterday?” Rosie scoffed mockingly. “What would your dad have said if he saw this?” Rosie pushed Sierra’s hair to the side, revealing her collarbone and the clear hickey mark that was there. “Oh my God!” Sierra gasped in shock. She rubbed her hand on the mark, but it wasn’t going away. “How did that get there?” “Must be from all those Halloween movies you were watching,” Rosie quipped, but Sierra wasn’t amused.

Frowning, he went to pull the door shut and it hit something, a thud sounding towards the bottom of the door. Chris lowered his gaze to the floor, and blinked in surprise, stuck between the door and the wall, was a little red rose in a tiny but elegant glass shaped like a crescent moon, the inside hardened with…resin? He picked it up, and saw the tiny thorns surrounding the rose inside. Blinking, he curled his fingers around the item and jogged lightly down the stairs, two at a time. __________________

Melody mumbled before dragging Rosalie as they passed the gaping man. "Who was that?" Rosalie asked once they arrived at Melody's booth that was closed, "Just some nuisance, a cockroach that refuses to stay dead," she said as Rosalie smirked, “I think he has a crush on you,” she said as Melody rolled her eyes, “Please, what are we, seven?” She asked as Rosalie shrugged, “Besides, isn’t my ring big enough for people to understand that I’m married,” she said as Rosalie laughed before looking around, “Apparently not, but about that art booth you were telling me about?” She asked as Melody walked from behind the booth.

Pillows and frames are scattered all around the floor, making me cautiously watch my step incase I step on one. My heart skips a beat at the sight I see; Rose sitting onto the ground as she cries out while her right hand is currently holding onto a knife—signalling her left wrist, leaving me frozen at my spot. I can't help but continue to look at her from behind, remembering that I've once see her this way before and it wasn't pleasant but the last time I saw her, she already did. ''Rose.'' I call out softly, afraid if I might startle her.

My instincts screamed at me that something was off. As she descended the stairs, her eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of alarm. Her makeup was different, darker and more dramatic, not at all like her usual style. But it was her aura that truly caught my attention - a dark, powerful energy pulsed around her, radiating from her small frame in waves. My heart sank as I realized the truth: Roxy was dead, and she had been Risen.

Elara raised her hand and lightly tapped Rosalie's cheek. The gesture instantly silenced Rosalie. "Why you!" Rosalie's temper flared. "Rosalie, why is the perfume you're wearing attracting so many bugs? Ugh! There are black flies all over your hair!" Elara pretended to brush at Rosalie's head. "There are so many bugs crawling on you! How terrifying!" Hearing this, Rosalie immediately felt her scalp itch. She began patting her own hair and asked Paisley, "Are there bugs in my hair?"

Despite her appearance, there was an air of innocent sensuality surrounding her. Rosette knew werewolves rarely frequented strip clubs, but watching Roel's captivated expression, she pondered why that was. As Cindy performed her routine and collected tips from the stage, she eventually found herself in front of them. Roel effortlessly tossed a twenty-dollar bill, eliciting a pleased grin from Cindy as she primarily focused on him, much to the chagrin of other spectators. After Cindy's departure, a disheveled man approached them with a pungent odor emanating from him.