The Thing In The Dark Corner

She’s Sitting alone in her room just doing her hair like what every other girl does by the hair dresser. She’s pale white like the ice cold snow that falls from the cool air, her hypnotic eyes sparkle like the microscopic kaleidoscopic frozen pieces of white lies that descend from the night sky. Skin as cold as the hollow coffins by the local graveyard where no good nor evil shall follow there, a place where Swollen Dead trees of misshapen abnormalities overpopulate the moor. A thrill seeker she is passing through tombs of the forsaken she couldn’t ask for more. Such a naive girl she is for having no respect for the dead as she frolics about stopping to smell the roses that arose from the festering soil made of human remains and ghoulish bones. Like Alice she chases after her delusions, of whatever dark shadowy illusions that allude throughout her careless intrusions within the dark tombs. A sharp Petrifying hiss and a swift startling bite to her delicate ankles fills her with dread and sickening bliss, profound horror is felt to the point of her retreat. Returning home she goes into her bleak, and gargantuan black mansion where she resides within. 
“Mama i saw something out there in mother natures morgue!”
She says.
“Oh dear what dreadful sight have you lain your eyes upon out in the moor?” Mother says. 
“It was the thing that lurks in my bedrooms dark corner at night! It has sparkling crystalline white eyes that stare into my soul, long black hair that is as long as a serpentine, and it calls out to me in my deepest of sleep!” The naive girl cries.
With great disbelief her mother disregards her insane delusions, and tells her she will be safe within the walls of this fortress that guards her from all kinds of sinister phantoms that prowl in the dead yards of foul allusion. Dusk falls followed by a heavy lightning storm, crooked tree branches awkwardly sprawl and scratch against the windows. Blinding flashing lights cause temporary blindness and a false sense of what is real and unreal. Like the flash from a camera induced by the lightning emits her insane delusions once again inside the room shes in like a panorama. The silk draperies hint phantom like figures although still unsure about her own sanity, the coat hanger that sits in the corner which holds on to her fine black raincoat she couldnt have been more sure that it was that dark ghoulish phantom she thought she seen lurking around the dead lands of her local town church burial grounds. In her last moments of human life and sanity the lighting strikes the church out in the distance causing a massive flash leaving a fluorescent glow within the oval shaped window atop the dark spire of the gothic church of Hampshire. Peering out in the distance in the oval window she sees a black figure leering at her from afar she takes her monocular to make out its appearance but before she could make sense of its figure the light within dies and the ghoulish thing was gone. Sudden creaking of the floorboards is heard she turns around and out from the drapery a tall lacerated and skinless stark figure from the dark corner impetuously reveals its emaciated form to her. Loud shouts of anguish the mother hears, with swift footsteps she runs atop the spiral stairs to her daughters room and with great agony her only daughter was no where to be found but long strands of slimy black hair and bloodstained crystalline diamonds where all that was left in that dark corner of her daughters bedroom, and now thats a lessoned learned is to never venture off into the dead pastures of the moor for the thing in the dark corner will haunt forever more.