I sat there that night and listened to Derek's whole story. I took notes, and pressed as many questions as I could before he passed out of tiredness. What you're about to read is shocking, and one of the most insane sounding things I have ever come across in my life. This whole story is the truth of a broken man. You have been warned:
It started in the summer of 1978. Everything was going fine for Derek and Sarah. They were a perfect happy couple. That day, Sarah was helping look after Frankie Hart that day, since his mother was at a local AA meeting. The two of them played soccer outside, and later, went for ice cream. When Sarah dropped Frankie off, she went home to find Derek waiting for her. He was hiding in the old tree house, Rylie and them had build as a child. By this time the three of them were all together. It was strange for Sarah at first, since this whole three person idea was weird to her, but she made it work. So when Sarah went into her tree house she hadn't expected Rylie as well. Three we're excited since summer had just begun and Rylie had stolen some of our mom's weed. The conversation went something like this.
"Look what Rylie brought, Sarah, so premium shit"
"Yeah this was so hard shit to get so make it last, besides I'm going to beat for this anyways"
"You didn't have to bring it, I didn't even know you guys were coming"
"Well we wanted to surprise you. Besides where's the fun in telling you were coming. Also check out this book I found from the library"
*Rylie opens the book*
"It's on old folk tales from the town. Some real scary shit. One of these is from this very street actually. It was some mother who snapped and ripped her child's head off. She then fed the body to her dog before killing herself. Her spirit haunts this very street"
"Ha ha, real funny Rylie, now fuck off before I send the boogie man after you"
"Fuck you Sarah"
The group laughed and chatted some more for a while until sun rise. It was around 5 am when Derek woke up to a screaming noise. Sarah was outside of the tree sitting on the ground. She had a knife in her lap. She was looking at the bathroom window screaming. Derek and Rylie ran down to comfort her but it was too late, Sarah had killed herself. He woke up for real this time. He headed inside to take a piss. He creeped into the kitchen and looked around for something to eat. He grabbed an orange from the bowl on the table and continued down the hall. When he arrived at the bathroom, suddenly he stopped dead in his track. He felt a chill go up his spine, like someone had touched his back. He grabbed the door handle, but in doing so only made the feeling worse. Suddenly the door ripped open, and Sarah was standing there barely awake.
"Derek, Jesus you scared the shit out of me!"
"I'm sorry I just had to pee"
"Well don't do that again. Go go, I'll be in the tree house"
Derek continued into the washroom where he felt calm for once. It was like some negative energy left his body. He walked over to the toilet and started to pee. Now while he was doing this, one of the most terrifying things happened to him. Someone's hand was grabbing the shower curtain from the other side.
