The girl drank a glass of milk and went straight to bed. Before getting asleep, she wrote on her diary: “Tomorrow, modelling for mister Smith, the painter.”
That night, she felt very cold, so cold that she couldn’t sleep. After a long time, she started thinking about the artist. He was young ang handsome, a good man and very gentle, but, he was poor.
She jumped out of the bed and saw that the balcony door was opened. She got outside and looked down to the street. There he was, mister Smith wating as in a romantic story. He was carrying a little lamb, maybe a present for her. She dresed on and went down the stairs. At the third step, she fell and died.
Mr. Smith had been waiting too long, so he decided to come back to his studio with the little lamb he had found while he was wating to see Violet. Tomorrow, I will tell her “I love you”. He tied the lamb at his studio and went to bed.
In the morning, he prepared to receive Violet. It was a bit late but he thought that she must have been out all night, since last night was All Souls Eve, and for that reason she couldn’t find her at home. The little lamb had scaped during the night.
When he uncovered the picture, he found that, next to Violet’s portrairt, an ugly goat was painted too, it was the Devil itself that had captured the girl. The little lamb had grown and it was and evil spirit. Mr. Smith, crazy, drank some paint cleaner and died.
If you ever forget to pray for the death on the thirty-first of November, never visit the person you like or get any animal that you find. A beautiful but scary picture wil hung in your house forever, but nothing else.