𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

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𝐓he hot, beach weather has finally ended in are small town but then bloomed the fall season which is very popular in this town.

We're known for having the best fall season out of hundred towns out there. The change in the leaves, the warm drinks, and just the cozy the atmosphere that comes with it.

But something else about this small town is its dark history we learn only once every year about the mamicora also known as the dead lady walking. Nothing to special about her other than the fact that she brought terror behind the towns name, and killed her own family than offed herself at the old wreck which is now are drive in movie theater.

The dead woman walking was a 18 year old girl who had an elder man with 4 children living with the rest of her family. The town resented that whole family for years due to them living out in the dark depths of the woods, doing who knows what. One day the girls husband said he was going out on a walk. He was gone for two hours that day, she became worried and left her children home to go out looking for him.

She thought that maybe he had been hurt or worse. But no when she kept walking deeper into the woods she witnessed the act of her own husband with a dirty mistress from the town that they resented her own family.

The girl was angry and acted on instinct. She immediately went for the woman's hair and dragged her to the ground and screamed at the woman for ruining her family, the husband was shocked at this outburst and then finally locked both his hands around her waist and tried to pull her back from his mistress.

The girl tried to escape from his grasp but all while that was happening the village girl ran so quickly back to towards her home. Finally out of his grasp she turns to look at him with hurt in her eyes before she runs back to the cabin with him right on her tail, screaming her name, begging that she will listen to what he has to say.

When she reaches the cabin she goes in and locks the door behind her and still in blind rage she turns to her children and couldn't even bare to look at them seeing her scandalous husband through there eyes. While she can hear his pleas from the other side of the door, something in her compels her to go into there small kitchen and grab a knife.

The front door busted open. She re enters the room with the knife behind her back and stops to stare at her husband with those puffy red eyes of hers. He looks hurt and slowly approaches his wife and puts his hands on her shoulders, she looks down not daring to stare into those dishonest eyes.

He repeats his sorrys all while kissing her cheeks and forehead repeatedly with those lips that he used to kiss that whore from the village. Before she knows it the knife goes to his stomach and she watched as he started to slowly release her, then she finally look at him and see his life flash before him. For some reason she enjoyed this, she liked this feeling.

The girl kept twisting the knife deeper and watch him slowly fall to the ground. His body goes cold.
She stares a couple more beats at her husband's dead form than at her children who had no clue of what is happening. The girl tilts her head and slowly walked over to her kids and dropped the knife, she picked up each of them and whispered sweet nothings into there small ears so they wouldn't worry, so that this can be done with no problems.

𝐒he kept leading the children to the tall river up the woods. Blood still stained to her clothes and her eyes still red and puffy, she placed her kids on the ground and looked at them again. Maybe this wasn't the best idea she kept thinking but these kids weren't hers anymore they were shared with that cheating bastard of a husband and she didn't need that so she grab her kids again and kept walking through the lake to the deepest end.

The girl sang their favorite lullaby and kept swimming to the deepest part for the lake. The children started to cry, complaining they couldn't breathe with the water going in their nose cause of how high it was rising with each step she took. But something compelled her to keep going, kept telling her this will all be over soon enough.

The kids were crying harder now that the water was bascially drowning them. The mother took a stop and let go of the kids, they clinged to her and kept repeating the same thing. "I can't breathe mommy". She turns around and leaves them and their cries for help, as she is so close to reaching land the mother feels a smile upon her face with distant screams of her own children still calling her.

She starts to walk back to the cabin. Her clothes wet and still stained. Hair damped and that smile still plastered on her face, when she reaches the house her parents were home and ran outside when they saw her, begging for answers to what happened and all she did was ignore there calls and walked up to the back of the cabin and got into the tub and ran water with that devilish smile.

Her parents became scared and followed her, confused why she went into the tub fully clothed. They kept asking questions with no answer, when the water was high enough she drowned her head under water and didn't come up. When her dad tried to help her from whatever she was trying to do something in the air became thick, too heavy to breathe in. The kept scratching at there necks to breathe but nothing. They stared at each other than at her trying to find a way to breathe, but still nothing.

They started to turn pale and slowly started to pass out on the floor. Tears prickling their eyes until everything just stopped, they laid there lifeless. What they didn't notice was their own daughter speaking in tongues under water all while still drowning herself. She then started to laugh underwater, it almost sounded like cries but it echoed through the woods and all the villagers could hear was that noise.

For years that echo was heard. Everyone in satbury town heard that noise until this day and now it was haunting 5 teenagers who worked at a diner.



Will they solve this as a team, or will everything fall apart before the games begin?

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