Polaroids & High-Waisted Jeans

~Polaroid Picture~

Chris's mental health deteriorated at his mother's vanishing. His PTSD became worse since the summer Heather Kolem sr died and Heather Kolem jr had to help him through it.
Over the course of the next two years after Heather's grandmother's death, Chris had been seeking help in the form of therapy and had been coping well with his mental state. None of that would of been possible without the help of his beloved daughter.
Heather was the reason why Chris was happy and little did she know... She was the same reason why Chris was still alive to this day.

Heather spoke, "Dad, you need to let go," "I know, Heather," Chris sighed. "Let's end this conversation now, darling." She nodded. "Your mom wanted to see you this afternoon," He voiced. "We couldn't go and visit her today because I was on call, but I promise her that we'll see her first thing tomorrow." Heather's eyes wided. "Sorry," She said. "I really need to study for an upcoming physics test." Chris stood up and stated, "Your mom will be delighted if she had the opportunity to see you. It has been a month since you last spoke to her, honey-" "I don't want to see her!" Heather yelled. "I don't want to see some crazy schizophrenic woman staring at me for an hour!"
She cried and protest to her father about not wanting to see her mother. Chris's eyes filled with anger. "You are going whether you like it or not, Heather!" He howled. "She's been doing better lately. You need to give her-" "Shut up, Dad!" Heather snapped. She stormed out the house in fury. "There is no way in hell I'm going to visit that psycho."

She ran to her grandmother's abandoned house and reached her safe place, the attic. The attic was a small container of a room that had painted flowers and butterflies. Heather felt at peace when in the attic and as the warm dusk sun illuminated the room through the dust- filled window, she couldn't help but miss her Grandma. She cried on the floor. "Why did she have to go?" Heather whispered.
At the corner of her teary eye, she spotted a photo. It looked old and worn out. It showed a man. A man with a brown, wavy hair. He was fairly attractive with his big, green eyes. Below the picture read 'Steven Hudson, dead to me!'
"Where did this come from?" Heather wondered.
After calming down she examined the image. The man was leaning on a red 70s' Ford Cortina. Heather stared at the photo wondering why it randomly appeared out of no where.

She put the photo in her pocket and walked. Heather ignored her father's attempt at apologising and raced to her bedroom. She placed the photograph in front of her on the floor as she was fixated on the caption of the image.
"What does this mean?" Heather queried.
She suddenly got striking migraine that painfully made her whole body drop to the floor. Heather tried standing up, but her muscles didn't allow her to for fill that task. She crawled towards her closed door wanting to open it. As she was doing so, room went dark. The walls turned into a filthy shade of grey. Surrounding that unattractive colour were over grown vines.
Heather stood up with ease and her headache vanished. She slowly stepped towards her window. The view was horrid. It looked as if there had been a massive snow storm, however, something was different. The photo... It was gone!
Heather looked for the photograph. Nothing.

Another polariod picture appeared on her bed. She crept to it. It was of her standing. The photo was taken ad if somebody to it at that exact moment.
It read, 'Look at your wall, darling.'
Heather slowly turned around to find words be written on her wall with blue ink and that read,

'You are dead, Pumpkin! Now you are like me. Lucky for you, Heather, the opportunity to be alive again isn't far. Just complete the following task and your life will be revived.
You will be transported to a different time. An era like you've never seen before. I want you to kill the East Spring's High School quarterback. You have a year to complete this. You can sign the paper left on your dresser, assuming that you'll agree. If, for any reason, you fail to for fill your duty then, unfortunately, you will be dead. Permanently. You will be a lost soul like me and everyone else. Save us Heather Kolem jr! Save us!'

Heather gazed at the note in horror. It was only her grandmother who called her 'Pumpkin'
"No!" She screamed. "I want no part this."
She sprinted towards her bedroom door. It was locked... Or stuck. She tried her window. Same effect.
At that point, Heather was pulling out her hair and panicking. "Let's me out!" She ordered while sobbing. "Please let me out. Dad! Dad, please help!"
Heather cried and broke down. She realized that there was so point to feeling sorry for herself. She had to make a decision. Either trust a note written by an unknown entity and potentially save herself or risk her soul being restless in the afterlife.
Heather reluctantly sighed the paper left on her dresser.

The dresser instantly lit on fire. The fire spread around her filling the room with smoke. The air became thicker and Heather fell to floor gasping for oxygen. She passed out and rested in her warped bedroom between fire...
Then, everything went dark

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