I still think about her coming into our home and ransacking everything. The forest was so peaceful before her. I never had to see papa get so angry.

I close my eyes some days, tuning out her screams. Some people think the golden haired girl got out, some people are still searching for her. We cleaned the sheets and burned the blood stained evidence.

But I still think about her.

Many years have passed and papa and mama have gone back to the great spirits. I have my own house now with a lovely wife and our own son.

The doors are always locked.

I don’t want to have to do what papa did.