[ EU ] Re-write your favorite Disney movie plot as a dark thriller , do not tell which movie it is right away .

As she sat at her father's tomb, she recalled the times he would tell her stories of her late mother. He described her golden hair and how she loved to dance. A mother she never knew, having died whilst enduring childbirth. And now a father she no longer could cling to. She shook with fear, knowing she must return to the only home she has. A home void of family. 
 When she returned, the house felt stale, broken, and hollow. She went to the kitchen to prepare herself a cup of tea. 
 Later that night she woke from a noise outside. She quietly went to the window and peered out her second story bedroom to the moon-lit lawn below. She saw three figures in the shadows. They looked to be huddled together, conjuring a plan. She thought she could recognize them, if only she had more light. They moved into the darkness and out of her view. Sleepy with grief, she went back to bed. 
 The next day, she started with her daily activities. She needed to fill her mind with the usual to block out the sadness. A mysterious envelope was resting in her mailbox. An invitation to a party! But how could she possibly attend? Her heart ached. Later, while in the vegetable garden, she noticed footsteps sunk deep into the soil. She glanced up at the home to see her drab bedroom curtain blowing in the spring breeze. `` These must be from last night!'' She said aloud. 
 She ran back to the house and to the strange envelope. No postage. 
 She traced the golden letters with her fingertips. A party. Tonight. 
 Deciding to get to the bottom of this she made arrangements to attend. 
 Donning her Godmother's dress, she walked out of her home without realizing she'd never return. 
 The party was on the outskirts of town and though many people were in attendance, she had an eerie feeling creep over her as she entered the main space. 
 A strange man was whispering to three women, two of the women were around her age, and kept side-eyeing her. Were these the three shadows from last night? What were they doing in my father's garden? The man looked up and made direct eye contact with her. Her skin shivered and she could hear her father's voice plead in her head for her to leave! But that man's eyes. They were so... intoxicating. 
 The man approached her, leaving the three women to gawk. 
 `` May I have this dance?'' He asked. 
 Without speaking, she joined him on the dance floor. His body was stiff and cold. The entire room was watching as he slid his hand from her back to her bustle. He made her feel very uncomfortable and she begged him to stop. He pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, `` I'm just getting started.'' 
 She tried to maneuver her way out of his grasp, but he twirled her around and squeezed her hand so tight she thought the bones would break. 
 The song ended. For a split second the man released the strength from his hands and she was able to let go and run. The three gawking women shrieked and the other guests just stood and stared. 
 She darted out of the room, briefly turned her head to find him only steps behind her, with a look of pure evil on his face. She ran faster and finally found the door! She could hear his footfalls on the pavement outside behind her. Her feet could not run as fast as she wanted due to the shoes she was wearing. She stopped for a split second and popped one off. She was able to run faster, down the steps she ran. The man stopped to pick up her shoe. He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling back into his head. He threw the shoe and proceeded to run faster. 
 She was able to remove her second shoe, clutching it she ran into the cemetery hoping to hide behind tombstones. 
 She crouched down beside her father's tomb. Her heart beating through her chest. She tried to slow her breathing. That's when she heard the creek of the gate. 
 Snickering and gawking, the three women and the man entered the cemetery. 
 `` I saw her run in here!'' Exclaimed one of the younger ones. `` Probably went to cry to daddy!'' Sneered the other. 
 `` Quiet!'' Snapped the older woman, `` this way!'' 
 The four of them sauntered over to her father's tomb. She had nowhere to go. 
 `` Why are you doing this?'' She cried. 
 `` Because we can'' said the man. He reached for her and grabbed her yellow hair with his hand. She shrieked and the women laughed. 
 `` Do n't you know who we are?'' Asked the older woman. 
 She stared at them blankly. She had no idea. 
 One of the young women taunted, `` Your dead daddy is our daddy too!'' 
 `` That's ridiculous!'' She shouted. 
 `` Is it?'' Asked the older woman. `` Your father and I have been together since before you were born. It was a relief when your mother died, if only you would have died too! Your father refused to acknowledge our girls! He said YOU were his only family! Well, these girls are your sisters! And now that he's dead, thanks to a little poison in his nightcap, his fortune is ours!'' 
 `` You killed my father?'' 
 `` And now, we're going to kill you!'' the man whispered. 
 He pulled out a gun, and the blood curdling scream could be heard for miles. The women laughed as they watched the man squeeze the trigger. 
 Cinderella collapsed, her head dripping with blood. Her lifeless body lay upon her father's grave. 
 The man wiped the gun clean and placed it in the dead woman's hand. 
 Suicide. 

