the hunters shed went in a ball of fire the others involved in my murder got that rare yet terrifying privilege of watching flames shoot from what used to window some inches from where they stood in total terror the fire came from all directions even beneath the ground they and watched as the old hunters shed still stood strong waiting to tell a story of my murder my blood still stains the floor where I took my last breath
the other still holds evidence
of torn I was wearing that night, the fire iron holds evidence of my hair skin and blood
the fire was just a warning of things to come
they all took off running, praying that none of what they saw was real and that none of them came for them
they still feel no guilt for that Halloween night
their time is up.
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Carrie Bryant
Paranormalwas found unceremoniously dumped in an old cabin her killers left dump in what the killer was her final resting place her body laid to rot .
