Mary Lynn ran home. Now that her brother had moved out to go to college she was finally going to get her own room and be away from her bratty younger sister Larissa. Mary Lynn Brown had an interesting life. She had a family of five. It was her parents, her brother, her sister, and of course herself. Her older brother Herman was a jerk. You didn't even have the time to wonder what was beyond his personality as a nerd. He was just the plain description you'd expect of a nerd. Herman Brown had no life. Well you always think that nerds are smart and ingenious and nifty. But Herman Brown ingenious and nifty? You must be crazy. Unless you were hiding his real talent then you couldn't really picture him as ingenious and nifty. Mary Lynn's father said that he was going to have a hard time finding a lady to keep up the Brown family name. Not that that was a really hard thing to do. The last name Brown was going to be around for a long time. Mary Lynn's best friend's sister had a friend name Eloise Brown and they weren't even close to related-thank God for that.
Mary Lynn hoped that her name wasn't popular when she married. She didn't want one of those popular names like King or Martin or Anderson. No she wanted something like Mary Lynn Riviera or Mary Lynn McKenna. Those names sounded interesting. She wouldn't have even minded a name like O'Connor or something on the Irish side. Her name after all was quite Irish.
She imagined her brother Herman Brown as a lawyer. That thought instantly went away. He only looked like a lawyer sort of guy at first glance. If you got to know him well enough you'd probably wonder where the lawyer idea came from. It was probably just a trick of the light, you might say, or maybe it was even just the seriousness in his face that occasionally showed up when he saw a particularly good-looking lass on the lose.
Mary Lynn had an Irish name. She was also an Irish girl. It came from her Mama's side. Miss Meghan McDowell she had been before she had met, fallen in love with, then married Mary Lynn's father Mr. Arson Brown. Mary Lynn wasn't too fond of her Dad's name, Arson Brown. It fit but it wasn't so great. The family together was Arson and Meghan Brown with their three children Herman Mary Lynn, and Larissa Brown. Mary Lynn supposed that her family had been desperate and hoping for the best when they went for baby #2. Baby #1 had been driving them mad from the very beginning. It was like Herman was a bad pup you couldn't train or give away because nobody would take him. So they had risked another try and had gotten Mary Lynn. Mary Lynn often wondered what they had been thinking at the time when they were doing it but she never dared to ask a single question. That would have gotten her grounded for a month and she was sure of it.
When they had had Mary Lynn she had apparently caused even more trouble then Herman-if that were even possible-and they took a third shot. Three strikes you're out. Mary Lynn guessed that Larissa hadn't turned out so great either but what could Arson and Meghan do? They were stuck with it. Eventually however the family soon grew used to each other. Mary Lynn got rather close to her younger sister Larissa and they usually got along quite well together. Herman though, well he was on his own. There was only one boy kid in the house and that was Herman. Yeah, you may say who cares about Herman? Well Mary Lynn admitted to herself that she sort of did care about Herman Marcos Brown. But this was hardly ever. Her inner self was worrying more and more about Larissa and her Mama and Dad. They seemed more important.
When Mary Lynn was about ten feet away from her house she caught sight of two figures standing in front of her picket fence that led into the yard. She caught a glimpse of their terror stricken faces. She recognized the faces as of her two siblings.
"Larissa!" Mary Lynn called nervously. "Herman?" Herman and Larissa looked when they heard the voice and ran to Mary Lynn.
"Mama's dead," said Herman in a hoarse voice. "We found her dead in the bedroom that she was rearranging for you all day."
"I swear I'll never go in there again," Mary Lynn said under her breath unable to believe the terror she felt and the terror of the events that she knew were soon to come.
"We're not going back in there," said Larissa timidly clutching at Herman's elbow as tightly as she could. "Not after what we saw."
"What'd you see?" Mary Lynn ventured to ask.
"The worst nightmare of our lives," Herman whispered still hoarsely. Mary Lynn walked passed her siblings and went over the picket fence. AS Herman and Larissa watched they took in the last sight of their sister that would ever be alive. Because when Mary Lynn walked in she never came out. She was found dead ten years later right next to her mother Meghan McDowell Brown.
A/N: This is just a prologue I whipped up. The candle has a significance in the story. I have to think more on this but it should turn out good. Let me know if I should continue-Jemima
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