Part 2 - She thought it was just a black rose.Then she saw the ribbon.Her missingsister's.#halloween

What's happening to everyone? Why are they looking at me like that? Who — who is that man in the mirror? That's not me. Oh god, I can't remember their faces anymore. "Your rose, my lady." "No, I don't want it." "Everyone must accept one. It is the tradition." "Then perhaps this tradition should end tonight." That ribbon. It belonged to my sister. But how is this possible? She's been missing for three years. Oh my darling sister, I never stopped looking for you. Eveline, you shouldn't have touched the rose. The ballroom of Blackwood Mansion was not a party. It was a trap. Every guest held a black rose. Every guest wore a mask that hid that they had no face anymore. The old man by the mirror had been trying to leave for fifty years — but the mirror only showed him getting older while the party stayed the same. And then Eveline found it. On a silver tray, in the center of the room, a black rose lay. Tied around its stem with a frayed red ribbon. And hanging from that ribbon — a tiny, tarnished gold locket. She knew that ribbon. She had braided it into her sister Rosalie's hair the morning Rosalie disappeared. Three years ago. The day Rosalie got the black envelope invitation to Blackwood. She picked it up with her black lace gloves, hands shaking. The locket was cold. Inside it — she knew without opening — would be their picture. She held the rose to her chest and cried. And the rose — began to glow. Red veins of light crawled through the black petals like blood filling a dead heart. The locket swung and burned cold against her skin. The black rose wasn't a gift. It was a message. Rosalie had left it for her. And now the curse had a new owner. Yuk Jangan Lupa LIke, Follow dan Subcribe yah Guys. Terimakasih