They say she likes parties, music and drink, but she’ll play merry hell if you show up hungover. I knew a boy with sunlight hair and moonlight eyes who swears she can be downright evil.
They say she was sad once, and that the sadness burrowed deep in her bones. That the sadness killed her, trapped her in her old home. But I know a girl with tally-mark scars who was saved by a neighbor who swears she saw the Fair Lady screaming in silence by the door.
They say she was hurt once, by someone who should have loved her. And a girl who wasn’t even a student walked in to Epperson Hall and somehow sideways from the sun, never to be seen again. Her boyfriend would later confess to several crimes, in trade for jail far away from Death in a White Dress.
They say the Fair Lady of Epperson Hall watches us all, every day. They say she weighs and judges and punishes at will.
I find I don’t mind.