The old abandoned house in the country
sits, decaying, wasting away. I drove
by on a beautiful sun-shiny day.
I decided to stop and go inside.
The front door was open and I crept up
the stairs. A room on the left caught my eye.

I could tell that this was a small girl’s room.
Flowered wall paper and furniture. The
room had the feeling of an open field.
By the window, in the corner were dolls.
In the closet were dresses, filled with bright
colors. How happy the girl must have been!

Don’t be so sure. On her bed, under the
pillow lay a folder. She was quite an
artist. This folder was filled with drawings,
images of horror. Why, in such a
colorful room were these images made?
What made this girl think of carnage and death?