The well

It was an eerie night, the well stood tall and proud. The Bennard family were eager to move into their home away from the chaos and even the loud city noise. Wendy, with her rosy skin and diamond blue eyes. She was the reason why the Bennard's were moving so far from the city. She was just a baby and their lives will become more peaceful. Sylvia was an architect, she was Wendy's mother and she was a good mother as well. Sylvia had designed the house and she even designed the basic yet wonderful well. The well was made out of smooth stone. Vines grew on the outside of the well so beautiful and strong. These vines were vivaciously green. The vines were thick and strong that anyone can climb them to see the well from the inside or enjoy the mountain view.

Six years later and the well still stood tall and proud. Sylvia would scold Wendy and tell her that the well was off-limits. She would tell Wendy how the well was dangerous and how it held sea monsters at the end, and that she would know since she designed the well. Sylvia would even make up horror stories telling Wendy that the evil sea creature would reach its ugly, purple slimy tentacle up the well to eat the brains of naughty children. These stories would frightened Wendy so bad she wouldn't come out of her room for a week. Ben the father of Wendy and Husband to Sylvia loved his family dearly, but there were times where he wished he had more peace and a little more quiet. He wished he could be out drinking in the forest no matter the horrible predators that lay within. Even tho he craved solitude it never crossed his mind to leave his wife and daughter. Ben grew worried for Sylvia after Wendy turned five. Sylvia's pride for that well was getting to her head. It was to the point where she didn't want Wendy near it because supposedly she would break one of the vines or dirty the smooth stone. Ben still remembered that night they moved in with Wendy in his arms. He could vividly see her rosy cheeks as the sunset was setting in and the moon coming up. A new life he thought.

Often he'd wake up at three in the morning and he would see Sylvia sitting at the well. Her long dark raven-like hair dangling from her shoulder. Her silhouette being magnified by the moonlight she was even beautiful from afar. She would hum a slow and sad melody while staring into the abyss of the well. This was her being full of pride for the well. The glistening moon reflected a type of sadness that embodied Sylvia. She is different, she seems cold, and often inside her own head. Every morning I awake and she's still in the same place wearing her pearl color nightgown with flares of feathers on the sleeves. She would call out, "Dear, I can see something beautiful in here." She could be a bit conceited at times. I motion her to come to eat breakfast with me as we used to and she agrees. "Do you want to talk about Wendy and how your behavior is so unusual?" I ask hoping she wouldn't shut me down this time. All I want is for us to re-start after Wendy's passing. She looks up, with a melancholy expression on her pale face, her lips look chapped and drained, she has dark circles under eyes and her hair seems to lack that brightness it once used to have. She says quietly as if she's been crying for days, " I'm not sure what you're talking about but Wendy is upstairs in bed." This is the type of behavior that I was talking about. She acts like Wendy is still around and I can't handle it anymore. "No, Sylvia Commonway! NO!! NO! Our daughter passed away in that well when she was one! It was an accident, it's not your fault... it hurts me to see you like this and my baby's death hurts me as much as it hurts you....." I wanted to add 'You don't see me acting like she's still here but I couldn't hurt her like that she already looks like she's carrying a lot of pain. Her head falls hard u to the glass dining table, and she begins to sob this loud ugly painful cry that I've never heard before. " I wish I could-" she mutters with tears and wailing but I interrupt her, "I love you, everything is going to be okay. The police will find her body, I promise."

-Sylvia's POV-

Wendy was only one when I decided that I wanted to take her up the well to see the mountain view. She was giggling and her diamond blue eyes were full of life. She was lucky to have my eye color and my dark raven hair. When I was going down the vines Wendy pulled my hair so hard it caught me off guard and my foot was no longer balanced on the vine. I couldn't hold myself and before I knew it Wendy wasn't in my arms anymore she was screaming as she fell down the well. There was no sound to give me a sign that she had landed. You see this well I designed for it to never overflow or to run low on water, not that it mattered. The police haven't been able to find her body and I think they've lost hope. Something the police and my husband don't know is that I see her pale body, where once it was rosy and full of life. She pulls me in with her tiny, wet, and cold fingers as I hum her the song I used every night to help her sleep. I mean only I would know where her body lies after all I built the well.