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Edit: okay, here is the story to go with the picture. I typed it fast so you are just going to have to deal with the fact that there will be misspelled words and gramatical errors.

*A BEDTIME STORY*

Once there was a young woman who worked as a nanny. She was good and so hard working that she would even pitch in and assist the other help early in the mornings or late at night when the family's baby was asleep.
The family and household staff alike adored her, and all agreed that they were fortunate to have her.

One dark and damp morning the young nanny offered to go to the market and pick up several items for the cook, as the old woman's knees always hurt her terribly in that sort of weather.

Tragically, as the young woman made her way back from the market, she slipped on the wet cobblestones and was trod upon by a passing carriage.

She awoke, wearing a now muddy and hoof-print covered dress, in the afterlife. She was shocked to be informed that, due to budget constraints, all the deceased were being sent to hell, as it was easier than actually sifting through to see who'd been naughty or nice.
She was further shocked to be informed that, due to the new policy, hell was now full and she'd have to be sent to dwell among the living.

"But don't worry", they said, "We'll make sure you are tormented so that you are getting an authentic hellish experience even though you won't actually, you know, be in hell."

So the nanny was deposited in the spot where she'd been trampled, just as though she'd never died- except for the fact that her head was surrounded by a swarm of stinging, biting insects. They devoured the flesh on her head, and as soon as they did it would grow back, only to be devoured again. Over and over and over again.

Being a practical, optimistic soul, she picked up the packages from the market that she'd dropped, spat out a small winged horror that'd been ripping out chunks of her tongue, and said, " Ah, well. What can I do but learn to live with this?".

So she returned to the house where her new appearance was quite surprising to the people of the house, who were already stunned by the death of their infant that morning ( in the nanny's absence, the downstairs maid was obligated to tend to the infant and neglected to mash its breakfast into small pieces that wouldn't choke it to death. So it did, in fact, end up choking to death.)

Although she'd been a good, hardworking servant, the family felt they had to dismiss her from service, as they no longer had an infant for her to tend to.
"Give up another year or so", said the lady of the house, "we probably can make another by then".

But all of a sudden their baby's lifeless body came to life, and promptly burst into flames. The young nanny explained the situation about all the deceased being sent to hell, and hell being full due to the new policy.
The family decided to keep her on to tend to their eternally burning infant, and all were happy. Except for the baby, who didn't understand why it was burning.

The household soon returned to its regular activities, and the master of the house even resumed his affair with the nanny- although he now insisted that she wear a cloth bag over her head when they were intimate, to keep the bugs from swarming him also.

The end.