Dear Reader,
I am Juliette Harper, and this is the story of how I died.
My death was a tragic thing, I know this for a fact, not because of who I knew but of the family I was born to.
Before the terrible Massacre of Reinwood the Harper's were the richest most looked up to family in town but once everything started it all fell down hill to rot in the old rusty well. Now I'm not going to stick around and bore you with my family history or of their deaths because I'm sure you'd like to know: How did I, Juliette, die?
Well.
This is a question that has been wrongly assumed for a decade maybe more, but you,
You are my last hope!
They had been let off for so long and finally someone will know the truth! YOU will know the truth.
Years I have been waiting, haunting around writing my tale and finally you've stumbled upon my story. I truly hope you don't find the Massacre of Reinwood too disturbing, because I need you to read til the end. I need you to know who killed me, because unlike what has been said it wasn't me.
I did not kill myself, I would never.
NEVER!
Oh dear reader please believe me,
please believe what I say is true.
Do not believe the nasty rumors of what happened that dreadful night, none of it is true. NONE OF IT.
I am here to tell you the truth.
Hopefully you can last long enough to help me-no.
You WILL stay long enough to help, you must, I need the secret to be let out.
I need to get justice for myself.
