The only color that will ever decorate the dead, dull body of a creature that only comes out when intense thunderstorms arise is red. As naked as the day she was born, the ghost in the rain comes knocking innocently on the windows of merciful victims. Once she is allowed inside the blur that is her face becomes imprinted in the last vision of those who see her.
It is believed that her horrific death during one of those intensive thunderstorms is the reason she never passed on. Her screams for help were only heard by the water drenching the ground and illuminated by flashes of white lightning. Now she walks the streets and takes revenge on those who didn’t hear her cry for help, because during these thunderstorms nobody will hear them.
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