When Sandy Bradshaw left Oak Hills, she vowed never to return. The thought of even passing by the sea felt heavy. She was hopeful the ocean had swallowed up all those memories never to be spoken of again ... but every gust of wind reminded her she had to go back even if too say goodbye and move on.

Pain does that doesn’t it? It lingers on for a while and then we bury it every time it shows it’s ugly head.

Sandy wasn’t any different.

She reluctantly got into her car and drove down the slippery hill to face years of walls that were waiting to crash down.

Slowly, she stepped onto the beach and dug her feet in the sand, and as she sat with her heart ... the water finally came and the sea began to open and gently hushed her heavy heart and she let go.

She was definitely in the unpopular clique. She made sure if that. Most of the girls were blonde bombshells, and Sandy was...not. She had dyed her hair jet black in middle school, and never went back. Hell, she didn’t remember her natural color now!

She also was always outdoors, at night. This lead to rumors of her being a Witch, rumors Sandy never denied. If anyone crossed her path, she just whispered to them in her “witch language,” as the normals called it. They had no idea it was High Valarien.

True, being true to herself left Sandy alone. She did long for a human companion on her long sojourns. She settled for a black cat named Mischief (it went with her witch persona.)

Mischief was in her carrier, crying at the indignity of being in a car. “Shhhh, my sweet girl. We’re almost out of the town.” Sandy has gotten a job as copy writer the next state over. She said no goodbyes after high-school graduation, there was no one to say goodbye to. She couldn’t afford college, yet.

She reflected on her times in Oak Hills, trying to find something good to hold onto. She failed. This was for the best. A new start, a new life, as new Sandy. She was keeping the hair, though. Stay true to yourself always, but allow some room for change.

At the town line, she pulled over, turned off the car. She got out, ignoring the plaintive news, and turned to face her old town.

She grinned to herself. She was getting out. She was free. She was still Sandy. They had not gotten to her.

She flipped the town off, double birds, got back on the car, and drove off. Never to return.

It was too late to turn back now. Standing on the threshold of Oak Hill, Sandy Bradshaw gazed back down the hill at the town she had grown up in, had her first kiss and love in, where she spent days down the creek with her friends and nights camping in the woods, roasting marshmallows and telling ghost stories. Life had been so serene back then, so easy to live day-by-day.

Sandy touched the scar on her face, running straight across the left cheek. She felt a single tear wet her fingers.

No, she thought, I can’t wallow in the past. What is done, is done.

She started at the fainted sound of an owl hooting. She had never been this way: afraid of the slightest movements and furthest of sounds. But he had made her this way. He had done this to her. And now here she was with his car, his money, his phone. And there he was, sound sleep in the distance sleeping off the pills.

She threw the phone to ground so hard it cracked and pieces flew about. She stomped on it until it was as broken of a mess as her life had become since the day she met him. That would slow him down.

Sandy got back in her car and steadily drove away, not watching her old life distance itself. When Sandy Bradshaw left Oak Hills, she vowed never to return.

Sandy Bradshaw had never had a proper home. She’d grown up in foster care, and while there were some good homes (Ms Reese, the Borgens) none of them were ever permanent. When she’d turned 18 she had to say goodbye to the system and her escape route- drugs.

They were the only way she could be what she wanted to be. They helped her change her reality. Without people looking out for her, Sandy couldn’t use chemical distractions anymore. That made her restless and angry and she left Jameson Cove. Left the bad memories.

She got a taste for the open road and it became her new addiction. Keeping herself as busy as possible so she’d forget she was sober was a brilliant plan until night came and she was alone with her thoughts.

She stole a few things when she couldn’t sleep. She never hurt anybody, and she only stole from those who had something to give. It was justified. She was saving up to make a new reality for herself. One she’d be happier with.

Because Sandy wasn’t always Sandy. She was born Stanley Bradshaw. She’d made it to the age of three with her biological parents when they left one day and never came back. When she was older she was told it was a car accident, but somewhere within herself she knew that wasn’t true. They were out there.

Sandy made her peace with that. No more attachments. She’d have the odd one night stand after she’d turned 21 and had the surgery to put herself into the right body, but beyond that all she brought with her from one town to the next was fond memories. Well, that’s not entirely true.

Sandy picked up Oslo in Stone River Canyon. He made for great company. Even though it meant spending some of the money she earned from odd jobs (and the occasional pickpocketing) on dog food, she never regretted her decision. He was a big dog. And quite ugly to those who worship pugs and purebreds.

Sandy didn’t even know where to begin when she thought about what he had in his genes. Definitely some yak or bison. She’d called him Oslo because she found him near a faded sign that must have said “Wood sold- low prices!” decades ago but now only read “o s lo “ unless you look real close. People asked her if she was from, or had ever been to and fallen in love with, Norway at every stop.

She stopped in Oak Hills yesterday. While she was getting gas and provisions for the road, she thought back on how far she’d come. About if she’d eventually run into her parents if she just kept going.

Sandy was still young. Once she’d made it to the other end of the continent (and she was very nearly there), she would move onto a new one. She wanted to see the world. With her best (or beast) friend Oslo by her side, of course.

Sandy cocked her double barrelled shotgun and aimed it straight at the wobbling figure in the dark. “Stand still you sonovabitch so I can blow your brains out.” She inhaled and squinted her eyes, her target closing in on her. On the exhale she pulls the trigger back and releases a deadly blow straight into the creatures head.

She quickly lifts her arm over her face to catch the exploding debris. She had been fighting these God forsaken creatures for a week now trying to make it to the other side of town. How they turned up nobody knows. Before they killed her family she was just the shy daughter of a dairy farmer. Now, she’s turned into a desperate monster hunter trying to make it to her older sisters place in Greenborough. The monsters had taken over her town. Eating and destroying everything and everyone in sight. No one knew what they were exactly. Some mix of zombie and killer dog was her closest guess.

Sandy exits the abandoned shed and walks into the blinding sunlight. What do you know, it’s morning. After a 24 hour standoff with the bastards, she had finally made it to morning. Would they be the last? Probably not. It seemed like for every 10 she killed, 20 more would spawn. Dragging her gun behind her, her legs bruised and aching. She wipes the sweat off her forehead and the perspiration on her arm stings her battle scars. Ahh, she winces. Suddenly, an oasis in this godforsaken wasteland. A sign. Only half up. The other side impaled into the ground. She comically turns her whole body to the side to read it. “Thanks for visiting Oak Hills! Come back soon!” Sandy laughs to herself. She stares off into the abandoned woods in front of her. Then looks back at the massacred town behind her.

Her families screams echoed in her mind. The way the townspeople she grew up with ran and fought and died. Their bloodied faces she would never forget. Her only hope now was to make it to her sister. “Fuck you Oak Hills.” She said through gritted teeth and walked on. Half brave, half terrified, into the unknown.

From behind her, Sandy Bradshaw could hear the other side of that goofy Oak Hills sign fall to the ground.

With all these mass murderers going around the town no one is safe outside. No one wants to leave their houses. No one wants to go to the town centre. No one wants to see anyone else. Since these mysteries have started the town has gradually become abandoned. It’s almost like no one lives there anymore. But that’s not the case. A few years later, people started to get sick of being locked up within their own town. They felt trapped and vulnerable. So one by one each house decided to take a stand and find these mass murderers at once. It wasn’t going to be easy but these towns people had been bottling up all of their anger from being locked up and trapped for many years and they were all ready to let it out. They all knew the dangers of this quest. But all they cared about was getting their freedom back and stopping these mass murders.

Some years down the line, these people never gave up and their determination finally took them to the suspects, or shall I say suspect... She was only fourteen years old and her name was Sandy Bradshaw. When they found her she didn’t look like she had just murdered hundreds of people. She looked calm and tranquil. Almost as if she was dead. But she couldn’t be. Could she?

After taking her to the clinic they ran tests on her. Everything was fine. She was perfectly healthy. She was a beautiful, young and very intelligent girl. No one could believe the fact that she had just killed hundreds of people that she grew up with.

A few days later she awoke and she was forced to leave Oak Hills forever. Never to return. As they all watched her leave they couldn’t help but think that she was only fourteen and they were abandoning her. Everyone was stunned they almost looked dead inside. Ever since this day, Oak Hills was never the same. No one cared about their freedom anymore. No one cared about their health. No one cared about their wealth. Everything just seemed pointless to them all. And they couldn’t help but feel it was all their doing. They abandoned her. They watched her leave. They didn’t give her a chance to explain. They just let her go. Now they didn’t see the purpose of life. Then with a blink of an eye the town of Oak Hills was practically dead.

When Sandy Bradshaw, left Oak Hills, She vowed never to return On September 11,2001 On United Airline flight 93 Had been hijacked Sandy called for assistance She stayed very calm

Sandy knew she would not return To be home with family Several people had been killed Plane had turned around Not knowing where they might be Realize they were headed Toward the White House

Several tenants on the plane Had come up with a plan Four hijackers on the plane One was short and said, He had a bomb One was in the back of plane Two were in the cock pit Sandy boiled water Filling several pitchers Preparing to attack I know She was a hero, along with Several other people

Sandy,did her part in taking Back the plane She made several calls Told her husband that she Loved him and her children

During the attack the plane Took a nose dive plunging To the ground Sandy, and her crew Never made it home We know she and everyone died That day as a hero fighting for Our country Protecting the White House

Sandy, was a lovely woman In many many ways On this particular day Sandy,knew she would Not be coming home. She went down with the plane We know she died a hero May God Bless the hero’s On September 11, 2001 We know that they were brave. Thank you ! Sandy, You’ll always be our hero

                Written By:
                 Freddie Lopez 
                 01-08-2020

When Sandy Bradshaw left Oak Hills, she vowed never to return. I made her do it. She was the sweetest girl I know, and she wanted to escape her terrible life here. So I helped her. Her aunt came looking for her after she noticed she was not in her bed. I know Sandy hated her aunt, so I told her aunt that I didn’t know where Sandy went and that she probably ran away. She did, technically. She left to go and see Paris, she had saved enough money. Yes, I miss her, but I know that she absolutely despised her life here. She told me that after she got off the train, she would send me a letter. She was only 23 years old, I sure hope she makes it. Hopefully I’ll get a letter soon.

The car could not have gone any faster. Panting like a dog without water sandy sobbed.Sandy’s knee was still bleeding and her cloths were still soaked. What accrued that night was more than life changing, it was life threatening... Sandy arrived on Bradshaw left oaks hill on a Saturday night. The old house with the paint peeling and creeping porch reminded her of her old apartment. So In a way it felt a little like home. Little did she know how much she really did feel... as soon as sandy walked into the house a chill crawled up her bones. She assumed that it was because it was a old house and a window could be left open. She started up the stairs with the red wood. But she also didn’t know the red stuff off the wood was peeling off and had a iron like smell. She stepped down on the last step and felt something hard. She looked down and she noticed she stepped on a moldy thing. After looking at it for some time she decided it was a bread roll. “I’m hungry” called a voice. She jumped up in shock. “H-hello? Is any one here”? Ha called out her voice shaking. “Please help me I’m hungry” the voice called again. She climbed down the stairs and into the hallway. The lights in the house were flickering and the chill was even stronger. She thought she saw a little girl with blood all over her at the end of the hallway. “Omg are you ok?!” She called out to her. “I’m hungry, feed me”. She looked down at her purse and looked back up and screamed. The little girl was somehow right in front of her. The smell of blood and rot was strong and sandy started gagging. “I’m hungry, but you won’t feed me”. The little girl grabbed sandy by the wrist and bit her. Sandy screamed out and kicked the little girl. That’s when the little girl started to hit and tear at sandy. Sandy reached into her purse and pulled out her pen stabbing the girl in the stomach. The one went all the way in and sandy could feel the blood gush our all over her arm and hand. Sandy jumped up and ran out of the hallway to be stopped by a man. The man was y’all na d looked a lot like the girl. His eyes dropped and in his hand was a thick belt covers in blood. “Damn strangers in my house ... WHAT DO YOU WANT!!!??”He screamed at her. He lunged at her and she dodged out the way so he crashed into the kitchen sink. The sink exploded and water rushed out. Sandy took that as a time to dart out of the house. She rushed into the driveway and her car right as the little girl and man ran out to. Rushing in her car she rushed out of the driveway. She was never returning again.

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