“Uncle Wallo, there’s rumors about you, people said you had hidden something inside the creepy wood” my young nephew told me, even though no question was asked I know he would be curious about it, kids at his age were always curious.

I’m a old man who open a small business in town, my relatives hardly ever visit me, it was pretty sudden for my brother to ask for me to look over his kid while he was gone for a vacation.

“Do you want to know what I hid and buried in the wood?” I softly quentioned him, a brief expression of terror crawled up his face, I knew it was because I used the word buried.

“Not at all Uncle Wallo, but if you insist you can tell me” he said with a smile, he believe that his uncle wouldn’t harm him.

I also smiled as a reply, “Welp, just don’t tell the others okay?” I said to assure this conversation won’t be known be others, he nodded in agreement.

“Long ago, I have a little daughter, she was the most optimistic girl in the world, her mother passed away giving birth to her” I told my nephew about my blur memory of my daughter.

“One day an anonymous break in to our life, he told me that my daughters optimistic aura could assist the growth of a bizarre plant” I countined my story, the originally uninterested nephew seems to grow the urge to hear more.

I then begin to laugh out loud, “do you know what happened next? I killed my daughter and buried her in the wood! As expected, mysterious plants started to thrive around her body, then I opened my business to sell the plants” my nephew was terrified by my insanity, no wonder why my relatives never visit me, because I’m already driven insane.

My nephew ran outside the house, I followed, not to chase him, but to went into the wood. I dug up the body of my daughter, looking at her dead body, I dead from a heart attack.

A few nights ago, I had a nightmare. I was alone at night walking home from my night shift around two in the morning. I heard leaves rustling behind me. I gazed over my shoulder every time I heard it. Then I noticed something staring at me from behind a bush. I told myself it was just my imagination but I didn’t think it was. I picked up my pase hoping I could make it home before it catches up with me. It kept following me, hiding behind objects by the side of the road. I noticed it was wearing some sort of amulet around its neck. Finally my house came into view. I walked up the stairs leading to my front porch as I grabbed my the keys out of my pocket. I just managed to unlock the door as I heard it’s footsteps slowly climbing the stairs behind me. I jumped inside and locked the door. I was safe. I was pacing around my kitchen thinking about what had happened when I heard a heavy knock on my front door. I hesitated to go near it. I decided to glance through the peekhole without making any noise. There was nobody there. But there was the same amulet that the creature was wearing sitting on the doormat. I quietly opened the door and grabbed the amulet. I shut the door quickly and locked once again. I noticed I got a terrible migraine when I picked up the amulet. I woke up at that moment. I slowly rose from my bed thinking about my nightmare. I felt a cold spot on my chest. I looked down and saw the amulet resting around my neck. My heart began to race. I was terrified. I decided to keep it on and see what happens. I got ready and left for work. After my shift was over it became midnight I got in my car and started to drive home. On my watch back I saw more of the same creature. At least five of them headinv toward my car. I drove home as fast as I could. I pulled into my driveway and ran from the car to my door. I struggled to get the keys in the door as I heard stomping coming up the stairs. I just opened the door in time. I locked the door and went straight for my bed. I couldn’t sleep. I kept hearing whispers in a low voice saying, “Give us the amulet.” I finally drifted off to sleep. When woke up I knew I had to bury the amulet in the woods so these creatures stop bothering me. I got dressed, went to my garage and grabbed my shovel. There was a forest across the street at the front of my house. I entered and ran for about ten minutes into the woods. I began to dig a hole. I placed the amulet at the bottom and covered it up. My migraine went away. I ran back home and got ready for work. When I arrived at my workplace I had to tell someone about everything that happened. I sat down and decided to tell my friend beside me, “I know you’re going to think I’m crazy but listen to me.” I went on to explain the whole story. He didn’t seem to be surprised. But what he said was what left me in shock. “Finally I found you, we were looking for the amulet. And you’re going to regret ever taking it!”

Anne-Marie Willis was dying.

Sat up Ride in bed, lent against a pile of strategically placed pillows,an old woman slowly paged through a scrapbook done up with obvious Care. Absently flipping over each page with equal reverence, Anne-Marie let her mind wander down the lanes of memories long since past. never more proud of the life that she had lived, more so now, now that she knew her time was almost up. She had had a good life. Sure, there had been ups and downs, but overall, Her life had been wonderful. blessed as she was with five wonderful children, a lap full of grandchildren, and a great grandson on the way, she couldn’t have asked for more.

Had it really been 50 years?

Aged eyes caught on one photo in particular, one of the few she hadn’t been able to bring herself to get rid of. it was old. One of the oldest in the book. Depicting a man of average build with dark brown hair, even darker eyes and a squared jaw.. he was sat on a porch swing long since thrown out, with her eldest daughter sat upon his lap. Louisa had been to in the photo, looking every bit like her daddy, and both looked happy. they had been happy, she had known that for certain, and she had been just as certain that that was the last happy day they would have as a family.

**Anne-Marie had been 16 when she’d first met Arthur Mitchell. A strong, 22-year-old boy from out of town, hired to help work her daddy‘s farm. He had been charming, far to charming, and she had been oh so young. naïve. willing to eat up the pretty words of a handsome man that seemed interested in her. **Interested in the Quiet, socially awkward girl that she had been. No one noticed her, except for him, and the had made her an easy target. Of course she hadn’t thought of it that way in the beginning.

In the beginning they had been happy.

In the beginning, they had been in love.

At least she had.

at least before they’d been wed.

They were married two weeks after her 18th birthday, and it hadn’t even been been another two when he had first shown his true colors. Arthur had been a drunk. A mean one at that, and not opposed to using his fists when words failed him. which they often did. Frequently leaving holes in the walls of their small home, the doors off their hinges, and many of their meager possession smashed. The only good to come out of it being that, in the early days when he had come home drunk, he hadn’t once hit her.

That was, up until their second daughter had been born.

Arthur had wanted a son and when Deborah had been born, he had seen it as a betrayal on Anne-Marie‘s part. like she had purposely given him a second daughter to spite him. like she had ruined his life. Like she had stolen aweigh his dream of having the chance to raise a boy to grow up to be just like him. Like she had stolen away his chance at a legacy. not that there had been much of a legacy to give in the first place.

The first time he had hit her, it had been the day after she had gotten home from the hospital after giving birth to their youngest. it had blindsided her, coming out of nowhere, and leaving her sprawled on the ground. She had gone into shock, the only thing running through her mind besides the question of what just happened, being that she was grateful that she had already put the girls down for the night. That Louisa didn’t have to see her daddy punching her mommy in the face. That she didn’t have to explain things to her inquisitive toddler for the time being. After all, how could she explain it to a toddler, when she couldn’t explain it to herself. Especially since Arthur hadn’t been forthcoming, leaving her on the floor, grunting that he would be out for the night and not to wait up. she didn’t. Choosing to lock herself up tight in her daughters room., As she tried to figure out what to do next.

When Arthur came back, things were different.

He wasn’t hitting walls anymore.

And she had developed an appreciation for make up.

Anne-Marie Often times wonders how long she would’ve remained a battered wife had it not been for her brother, Joshua, quickly coming to the realization that something was different between the two. which was a feet in itself, due to Arthur having long since isolated her away from her family. A slow but effective manipulation tactic that had left her unable to see or talk to her family for long stretches of time. Only ever seeing her family, when Arthur had been willing to take her and the girls into town. Not for lack of trying on her brothers and parents part. it had just been a difficult. situation back then, or at least, that’s what she told herself. things were hard now, but they would get better.

they had too.

And they would.

Because Joshua was eagle eyed.

Because Joshua had seen the bruises.

Because Joshua had told their daddy and their elder brothers.

Because they had had a plan.

It was common knowledge in there Small town that her husband often went on Benders, leaving her and their young daughters at home for days at a time. so when Arthur Mitchell had come up missing, no one had put much stock into it. automatically assuming that. sour face man had finally done it, had finally abandoned his small family and gotten the hell out of town. some assumed that he had a mistress. in the city over. Some assumed it was drugs. Others assumed he was running from the law. But no one could’ve guessed what really happened.

Or maybe they could have, had they known.

It had been a cold November night, the night, Arthur Mitchell had been killed. And it hadn’t actually been her brothers to do the deed. It had been Anne-Marie herself. Anne-Marie who had been pushed past the breaking point after her husband had forced himself upon her. Anne-Marie who had gotten the gun. Who had pressed the muzzle of the 12 gauge to the temple of her pasdout husband and had pulled the trigger. And it was a paled faced Anne-Marie who’d opened the door to the small home, when there had been harsh, knocking upon it at midnight. Her eyes wide as she took in the site of her three brothers and their daddy. All of which held weapons at the ready. All of which were more than prepared to kidnap her and her daughters from their home while they did the deed. All of which hugged her with grim satisfaction when she had confessed to them of what she had done, all the while sobbing into her daddy’s chest

Arthur Mitchell had been buried in an unmarked grave. an unmarked grave that. resided in the woods that populated part of her familiesland. an unmarked grave that was often thought about, but never spoken of.

It would take a month for Louisa to stop asking about her daddy.

It would take barely a year for the town to forget about him.

It would be within two years that Anne-Marie would meet the true love of her life.

A year after that they would be married.

And two years after that, she would birth him a son.

And then another and another.

Anne-Marie Had never told her Jackson of what had happened to her first husband. Never felt that she needed to. But now, as she feels her body begin to fail her, she feels that it’s finally time to unburden her sins. Unfair as it might be to him, realizing that he spent the last 50 years married to a killer. she hopes ardently that he’ll understand. that he’ll at least tolerate her if he cannot accept her for what and who she is.

Anne-Marie closed the scrapbook.

Later that night, when she spills her secrets to Jackson, he replies with two words.

“I know.”

I am trapped in my own mind. I hate it here. It’s too hot, everything burns. It’s too cold, I’m shivering. It’s too full, I can’t make sense of it. It’s too empty, there’s nothing here.

It hurts here. It’s like I saw a mirror, and shattered it. I punched it until my hands bled, I hated the creature it showed. I hit it until I couldn’t see the reflection, But it remains on my eyelids when I close my eyes. So I took the shards and attacked that thing. That girl. Me.

The shards fly around my head, Slicing everything they find. “Liar.” I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I can’t help it! “Coward.” I’m sorry, I’m just not brave enough. “Selfish.” I’m sorry, I just take and take. “Stupid.” I’m sorry, I can’t think things through. “Imposter.” Why does everyone else think I’m someone else? Why do they say such kind things about me? What… what have I done to deserve that? Why do they not see me? “Worthless.” I am, I am, I am. When I try I fuck things up. When I think I’m helping I only hurt. When I think I’m okay, I shatter everyone around me. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.

I have two questions. One I… I already know the answer to. I don’t want to face it so I keep hiding.

The other, someone please tell me. Why am I my best, my kindest, my most caring, my least worthless, when I hate myself? Why do I fix other people when I tear myself apart? And why is the opposite true too? Why do I hurt the people I love when I’m actually happy?

I’ve delt with a third question recently. It had been haunting me for a while, But now I finally know. The question was “what the hell do I do?” And I don’t really know the true answer, But I know the right direction.

I hurt the people I love, Especially when I’m happy. When I think I’m okay, I tear other people apart. When I decide to be whole, I shatter other people.

So the answer to “what do I do?” Is relatively simple. I tear myself apart. I tear myself apart and hand my shards to the people I care about. They’ll keep them safe. And I won’t hurt anyone else. I won’t think of myself AND others. That doesn’t work. I thought I could, I thought I was enough to make that work, And look where I’m at now.

Where you’re at now. Look what I’ve done to you. I fucked everything we had together. I tore apart every beautiful thing you gave me, And I didn’t even REALIZE. I didn’t even see what I was doing to you. And then I saw a glimpse, A single glimpse, At all the hurt I was causing. So I… I did THAT. I thought I was helping. This fucked up brain of mine honestly thought I was sparing you. Us. Me too. I was selfish, So. Fucking. Selfish, And I am so so sorry. I’m so sorry. I couldn’t even see what I was doing to you. Honestly, I’m still a coward. I don’t want to know the full extent of what I did to you. I’m too scared to know all the pain I’ve caused.

But no more. I swear to everything I’ve ever believed in No. More. I’m done hurting people. I can’t anymore. No, nevermind that. I WON’T. I will think through what I’m doing, I will actually think about my actions. I will finally stop hurting people. I’ll stop choosing me. I’ll stop being selfish. I’ll stop putting myself above other people. I’m done with it. I’m so sick of myself, Sick of my mind. I thought I would write this poem about begging someone to let me out of my head. I don’t need to. I can break free myself. I’m strong enough.

I’m done being worthless.

I buried my feelings a long time ago. I didn’t mean to. They just slipped through my fingers, And now the rest of my life is following. I have no control. I can’t- I don’t know what to do. I can’t breathe. I’m drowning in emptiness.

Yet my head is packed with thoughts. Is there… no room for feelings? Is that why? I’m thinking so much I can’t think. The things I think about… It scares me. I never thought I would be that girl. She’s the one I hate in movies. She’s the one I rant about in books. She’s the one I truly hate, The one I simply can’t stand. She’s fictional.

But now she’s in the mirror.

And I live in her head.

“Mom?” the little girl quivered.

Her hands shaking, her blonde hair trained with mud and dark crimson, and her hazel eyes like murky water about to spill.

”Sammy! What happened?!”

The mother observed the little vulnerable child who calls her mom. Her dress was torn and what used to be pig tales turned into lopsided deems where demons lurk.

“I.. I.. I”

The girls breaths become shorter as she lifts up her hands with nails chipped through the middle.

”Darling what happened!”

The mother sinks to the feet of the girl, holding the hands of ripped skin.

”I-”

The girl froze as a grin crept on her face. The muddy water in her eyes was now like rubies.

She leaned close to the ear of the shaken mother as the ruby water fell and stained her collar.

”I buried your daughter!”

——————— To think I was all humor and rainbows…

Ha yeah no.

(Jk it's a 50/50, love yalllll! Hope u guys doing well😊)

No one could know it was me. That would be far too dangerous, but I wanted-no, I needed someone to find what I’ve kept hidden deep down in the depths of my core. So, I set out on the busy streets of my hometown. I’ve walked these streets many times. Each time with different intentions. Except this time, with darker intentions than I’ve had before. I searched the many faces I passed. The young, the old, the stressed, the free, the dark, the bright. Chatter filled the air. Some talked into their phones stressing about work, there were children screaming to one another and smiling, new parents talking about the hottest parenting tips, experienced parents playing with their children, and so much more. I passed by a woman I knew very well. Yet, she didn’t even know my name. I pulled my hoodie over my head and over my eyes, then I walked into her coffee shop. I pulled a note from my pocket that had been waiting for this moment. The lined paper had the words “Dig into the heart of the woods.” Written in a cursive fashion, not my usual style. She shouldn’t be able to tell I’m the one who wrote this. My black leather gloves will prevent fingerprints from being traced. I walked up to her. Her apron tied tightly around her waist, her gorgous shoulder length blonde hair was now in a high ponytail. I grabbed her wrist and put the note in her hand, whilst keeping my head down. Then I left.

“Hey wait!” She called after me. I’m sure she read the note and was wondering what it meant, but I ignored her. She couldn’t leave her shop. There were far too many customers to tend to. She couldn’t and wouldn’t follow me. I arrived back home from my long walk. I took down my hoodie and took off my leather gloves. I looked into the mirror, into the face I’d been questioning. Dark brown hair framed my face. My sapphire eyes matched the coldness of what I’ve hidden in the depths of my core. If my calculations were correct, she’d head straight for the woods after work. So, I turned the Tv on to the news channel and waited. Boredness overtook me eventually and I started a fight to keep my eyes open. Alas, I lost. My eyes closed and I sunk into my little grey couch, curled up in a blanket.

My eyes opened quickly in what felt like minutes later, but the clock said hours later. I looked at the Tv. The distinguished fear on the reporter’s faces told me what they found. What the lady at the coffee shop dug up. I knew what it was, and waited for them to say. I turned up the volume.

“Today a body was found in the heart of our very own woods. Here with us we have the woman who found the body herself, Coffee shop owner Maria Roberts. Tell us, what made you go digging in our woods today?” He asked her.

“I was handed a note while working today.” She said in a somewhat shaky voice as she pulled out the now crumpled piece of paper. “Whoever it was covered their identity well. They were wearing leather black gloves, grey leggings and a greyish blackish hoodie that they pulled over their face, but what I can say is from their body shape they looked like a woman.”

“Okay, thank you Ms.Roberts.” He turned to face the camera. “The body has been identified as Savannah Bridges. Whom Ms.Roberts says to have seen two days ago, in her coffee shop. This body seems to have been dead for about a week though. We’ll be back with more information soon.”

I shut off the Tv. Panic overwhelmed me again. I had simply found her-or my body in my house. I didn’t know what to do. Why she looks exactly like me and has my exact name, is beyond. And that scares me. Maybe a doppelgänger? All I know, this isn’t good at all. I only told someone so that I could watch what they find. I looked at my watch. 9:30 pm. I should get to bed, I guess. I want to be able to be awake enough to watch the news. I went to my bedroom and collapsed onto my bed. My eyes started closing immediately until they closed completely.

I woke up in the same position I feel asleep in, but something felt off. I wasn’t alone. I lifted my head. There she was. Sitting on my vanity. There was blood on her hands and she was smiling at me. In her eyes, there was nothing. Not even the sparkle from the blue. She spoke in a maniacal voice. “You’re wrong” She cackled in the maniac voice.

Then I woke up. For real this time. It took me a moment to realize I was laying in a pool of my sweat. Gross. My thoughts started to wander back to my nightmare though, ingoring the sticky feeling. What did she mean by “you’re wrong”? Why did she have blood on her hands? I stumbled out of bed and into my living room. I grabbed the remote and turned the Tv on. They were already recording about it.

“Thirty-nine year old Maria Roberts, a local coffee shop owner who found this shocking mystery was murdered last night. We have found traces of Savannah Bridges being her killer.” The label at the bottom read ‘Killer Risen From The Dead’. “We now have no leads on this chilling case. We urge anyone whi knows anything to come forward. We have police off to the side who will protect you if you choose to do so. Back to you Lauren.” Then the Tv switched to a blond woman as she went over the top ten worst car crashes.

“Well, now I know who’s blood was on her hands.” I muttered to myself. “If I go up there, they’ll arrest me most likely, but what do I do then?” I paced around the room. “Screw it, I’m going up there.” I grabbed my keys off the kitchen table as I walked out the door. I slammed the door shut and then unlocked my car with my keys. The silver painted car sat in my driveway unbothered. I pulled the door open and sat down. I shut the door then, without paying attention I slammed on the gas. Next thing I knew I was slamming on the break. “Shit!” I cursed at myself for nearly hitting my neighbors new convertible. Luckily, neither of them were in the car so I didn’t have to listen to them scream for the next hour. I put the car in reverse, backed it up a little and then started on my way again. The thirty minute drive felt like it took hours. I parked the car and got out. I locked it with my keys, then I started out towards the woods. I expected someone to be there investigating. I trudged through the mud, stepped over the tree roots, and maneuvered around poison ivy. Suddenly I came to a halt. I jumped behind a tree and watched the officers and investigators at the scene. They were looking down into the hole I dug and whispering something, but I couldn’t hear them. Suddenly a hand appeared on my shoulder and another on my mouth. “Mmhmhmh!” I mumbled as I squirmed in my attacker’s iron grip.

They put their mouth up to my ear so I could hear their manic laughing. I stayed rooted to the spot. Then, when she was done, she left. I watched her walk past the authorities and get right back into that hole. I put my hands up, prepared if they draw weapons as I stepped out from behind the tree and took a few small steps closer into the open. “Hello?” My voice came out shakier than I expected. Their heads turned to me. “Savannah Bridges? But you’re right here-“ He turned and looked down into the hole, sure enough he saw her body in there. “But how-“

“I don’t know. I found her body in my house and buried her here. I was scared to go to the cops for fear of where I might end up.” At that moment my look alike got up again and went to attack the officer I had been talking to. “LOOK OUT!!” I screamed, but it was too late. He was already on the ground with her tearing him up like an animal. I lunged toward her to get her off him, but a hand sprung out my waist and pulled me away last minute. It was another cop. He looked horrorified. I struggled in his grasp, but he refused to let me win. She stood up atop his now lifeless body.

“You humans are so easy to fool” She cackled in that same maniacal voice. “And you.” She looked directly at me. “You’ve been calmer than the devil himself up until now. He’ll be so proud of the chaos I’ve caused.” She cackled again as she ran off.

What just happened

Liosa runs from the house over to the shed. Slamming open the door and sprinting inside.

“Where is it?” She desperately looks around every corner of the shed.

Finally she spotted it. The shovel her dad always used. The edges of it were rusty. Liosa grabbed it and sprinted out of the barn straight for the woods.

The edge of the woods flew by as Liosa ran past them to a clearing. Rocks dotted the clearing like little freckles. Liosa immediately went over to one and shoved the shovel under. She tossed dirt away until a small box appeared.

“There it is.” She breathed, taking the box in her hand and opening it up. Inside was a notebook. “I can’t believe it’s come to this.” She sighed and closed the box again.

Then she rushed out of the woods, leaving the shovel and back towards her home.

When she arrived back inside, her mother was waiting for her.

“Where have you been?”

“Mom, I need to show you something.” Liosa holds the box in front of her and opens it.

“Where did you get that?” Her mother stuttered.

“Someone handed me a weird bag one day and this was inside. I read it, then buried it in the woods. Now I’m showing you, because what happens in the notebook is what’s happening now!.” Liosa replied.

“Okay.” Her mother grabbed the notebook and flipped through its pages. She stopped on a page and widened her eyes.

“You’re right! We have to show the world this has happened before!” Her mother exclaimed.

“Mom, no. If everyone knew, there would be fights on who would stop it. And that would make everything worse.” Liosa warned.

“Right.”

A loud stomping noise sounded from outside and Liosa and her mother looked out the window.

A huge kitten face peered in.

“Awwwwww!!!” Liosa and her mother exclaimed in unison.

I’m so tired that feeling happy seems like something only fairly tale characters get. And something that I’ll never get. It’s the day of Elisa’s death, that brings me here. Out in the woods. Holding a shovel in one hand and in the other a small silver key. I don’t have The strength to dig, or to do anything. Elisa was the one who helped me burry this, and she was supposed to be the one to help me unbury it. Like she had promised six years ago. But now pinky promises and best friend hand shakes don’t add up to much. Just things kids use to bring themselves more pain when the other doesn’t follow through with the promise. I stab the shovel in the ground and immediately hit something. I guess I should have known that little six year olds wouldn’t burry it deep. I kneel down on the ground, removing a small wooden box. Before we buried it Elisa and I both wrote each other a letter that we would read ten years in the future. I put the silver key into its hole hearing a small click as I open the lid. I take out Elisa’s letter, already Turing yellow from age. I look at the writing, it seems so good for a six year old no spelling mistakes. I almost felt like this wasn’t written by her. The words seemed like someone else’s.

Elina, I’ve always loved how are names seemed to match. And I’ve realized it’s because we are the same. I have to tell you something. Something you might hate. I saw the future, the car accident on Rose Creek bridge. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. But I want you to know that it’s okay. I was meant to die that day. There’s nothing I could have done to stop it. If I had then maybe I would have fallen off the bridge and drown. Or maybe I would have been killed by a bear in the woods. What I’m saying is there’s nothing I could have done to stop myself from dying. It was amazing being your friend and I want you to think of this letter as a apology for never telling you. I love you, Elisa

I held the letter reading it over and over again. The way she was acting the last couple of days. I should have know something was off. I set the letter down and picked up a small package that Elisa had left for me. Inside was a necklace. And another letter. Elina, It’s never going to be safe. Just remember that. And wear this. To make sure you are safe. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to give it to you. Elisa

I stand up and run. I don’t know where I’m going or who I’m running to. I end up on the door step of Kai’s and Tyler’s house. People I barely know and have only met once. I knock on the door. Closing my fingers around the necklace. Kai opens the door a half smile plastered on his face. “I need to show you something,” I say my voice shaking. Kai’s smile disappears, “Okay.” He closes the door behind him and starts running next to me. He stares at the wooden box his smile still not coming back. Part of me thinks this was the wrong person to show. He picks up the letter his face blank as he reads it. “Elisa wasn’t safe,” he finally says. His words hit me hard. I take the letter from him, reading it again. “She’s gone,” I say, trying so hard to keep my tears from falling. “She was psychic. It’s a sign. A bad one. If she kept living,” Kai doesn’t finish his sentence. If she kept living I wouldn’t be feeling this way. My heart wouldn’t feel this way. I wouldn’t hurt. “If she kept living then she would have turned,” Kai spoke like I understood what he meant. “Turned?” I asked as I drop the letter. “Into what?” Kai doesn’t hesitate, “A vampire.” Vampire. Something about today was just getting crazy. Maybe I should have left this box for someone else to find. “And that’s a bad thing?” I don’t even realized I’ve spoken until Kai starts walking. “You have no idea,” he says as we walk out of the woods. “Death would have followed her around. Literally. Death isn’t a fun person. If she even is one.” Death is a person. Everything Kai said kept making my head spin. I felt like maybe this was a dream. It was all to confusing. “Death?” I asked. Kai nodded, “She picks certain people and becomes there best friend. Then she turns them into vampires. First you see the future. Or more accurately you see your death. If you can escape it then you turn. I knew her. Rose. That’s what she called herself.” Kai gave a small laugh, “Sometimes it still feels like she following me. I mean she probably is.” I stopped a Kai’s door step watching him walk in. “Maybe it’s best if you don’t know this,” he said, his smile starting to show. He looked into my eyes, making me turn to stone. “Forget you ever found that letter. Elisa died. It was an accident. And you know that everything was meant to happen. You’ll be sad but know that it was for the best.” I nodded Kai’s eyes leaving mine, “Elisa’s gone. Buts it’s for the best. I’ll miss her.” “Good night Elina.” Kai gave me his small smile and shut the door. Leaving me alone.

Today is the day! I have to come clean I can’t keep carrying this around! It’s been 12 yrs! Someone has to realize something! But who could I tell! My husband won’t understand! My sister might turn me in. I don’t have any choice left I’m going to tell my best friend what I have done and what is Burried in the woods I hope she forgives me!

My name is Lilly and I’m going to tell you my story! My daughter was killed 12 years ago and I can’t seem to move on from her death! Today is her birthday she would have been 16! I’m a single mother or I was a single mother and growing up my daughter had everything she could have ever wanted! So who could have done this to my baby! The cops haven’t been able to find any clues or evidence to what or who could have caused her death! They have interviewed everyone around the neighborhood no one has seen or heard anything! It’s a small town so someone had to know something right? If it wasn’t for my best friend Amy I don’t know how I would have survived this long!

                               Amy 

I don’t know how to tell my best friend of thirty years that I killed her one and only child! 12 years ago I was at home waiting for my husband to get off work. I’ve been calling and texting him but he wasn’t answering so I assumed he was out cheating again. I called one of my Ex lovers over for drinks. I needed to clear my head and I never had any intentions of cheating on my husband . Me and my ex was both drunk and one thing lead to another and I was kissing him and then I began taking his clothes off! That’s when I heard Lilly’s daughter ask “Mrs Amy what are you doing”? Afraid of what she had seen I’ve made up some stupid lie thinking she’d believe me! But she didn’t! Lilly’s daughter brought back the broom and mop I’d let her mom burrow but why did it have to be tonight! Is she gonna tell my husband what she saw!

                            Lilly

I miss my baby girl so much! I sit in here room almost everyday and just mourn this isn’t right! My baby should still be here! I walk into the kitchen to make some coffee, it’s the only thing that keeps me going! I look over into my best friends yard it’s so nice to have her live across the street! Amy had always been there for me! It’s such a shame her and her husband never had kids! She was so good with my baby girl Anna! And she loved her like her own! Amy was actually the only one who helped me raised her and when Anna’s dad left the night she was born! I was scared and alone in the hospital wondering what I was gonna do! Amy looked up and said” don’t worry our baby girl will always be looked after”! I loved amy so much for helping me raise my daughter!

                            Amy 

I looked up from planting my flowers to see my best friend Lilly watching from her kitchen window. God seeing her face makes me wanna vomit not because I don’t like her but because I killed get daughter! I wait for my husband to get home before I tell him I need to go talk to Lilly! He’s drunk so it’s not like he’s gonna care anyways! As I walk across the street to my best friends house I can’t help but wonder or think how is she gonna take the news! Lilly has always been a good, strong, beautiful woman so what I did is weighing on me! How could I kill her daughter! As I knock on Lilly’s door filled with regret and fear I hope she has the heart to forgive me! Lilly opens the door her face lights up “ hey Amy I’ve missed you” hey Lilly I’ve missed you too! We gotta talk!

                              Lilly 

As I open the door for my best friend I can tell something is bothering her! I feel for her but what can be worse the your daughter being killed! Let’s go into the kitchen I just made fresh coffee I told Amy! “ Lilly amy says I need to tell you something “ playing with her necklace! Amy you can tell me anything. I’m your best friend. “ Lilly do you remember the night Anna brought back the broom and mop I’ve let y’all burrow?” Oh yeah Anna told me that she think she scared you because you were watching a movie and when she called your name you jumped! “ yeah um about that Anna lied I wasn’t watching a movie! I was cheating on my husband!

                          Amy 

That’s none of our business amy and I’m sure Anna wouldn’t have said anything! Lilly said! “ we’ll she did Lilly and my husband beat me for the longest time because of it! “ so you know what I did” Amy your scaring me what’s wrong Lilly asked her voice shaking! “ I killed Anna “! I killed your only child Lilly someone told my husband and I wanted Revenge! Your daughter is burried in the woods behind my house! Lilly’s face turns pale white and she faints!

                          Lilly 

My face is wet and someone is throwing water on me! When I come to I yell at Amy crying “ how could you kill my baby” I’m sorry Lilly I couldn’t risk losing my husband! “ it’s been 12 years you’ve kept this secret for 12 years knowing I cry everyday! I reach for my phone and I dail 911! When the cops arrived I tell them everything Amy tells me and she admits to everything! This is the last I’ve heard from Amy and I moved out of that small town! I went to live with my mother!

I’ve been in jail for over 15 months! They have given me life! I honestly can’t blame them I’ve kept a secret for 12 years! I’ve wrote Lilly everyday I hope that one day my friend can forgive me! But until then I’ll be spending my days in prison! Just always remember what you hid in the woods will eventually catch up with you!