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"What are you!?" You stepped back.
"Hmmmmm........" The old woman looked up above the fireplace. There hung a portrait of a young woman with long golden hair, ice blue eyes, and pale fair skin. She was wearing a black and green colonial dress and held in her hands a black and green laced umbrella.
Wait a minute? You thought. She looks exactly like Angela!
"Do you like it, my dear?" The old woman asked.
"Uh..... Yes, it's beautiful. Who is it?"
That was me when I was my granddaughter's age. She looks just like me, as I did my mother, and so on and so forth. The women in my family are spitting images of each other, you know, my dear."
"Really?" You back another step. "And, uhhh......... What's your granddaughter's name?" You asked, afraid you already knew the answer.
"Angela, my dear."
Your jaw dropped. You couldn't believe what you just heard. This old woman is the grandmother of Angela the maid in Andrew's castle!? But that couldn't be true. You were what seemed to be the 19th century, and this woman was saying that the young Angela from the 21st century was her granddaughter. That couldn't be right.
"Ma'am, How old are you exactly?" You asked.
"I'm 376 next week. Why do you ask, my dear?" She turned to look at you. What you saw was horrifying. The woman’s hair was white and un-kept. Her skin was white as snow and her face was so sullen you would think that it would fall into itself. Her eyes were blood red and evil looking. She smiled an evil smile, and her canines seemed a little longer then normal peoples. She got up from her rocking chair and started walking toward you slowly. You backed away, bumping into someone behind you. You turn to see who it is, and it's Angela!

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