Hi. I'm Emma... I'm an only child. I'm one of those awkward 16 year old girls that doesn't know how to act when meeting new people. I hate meeting new people. I especially hate having to move to some stupid ass new town with my dad. Don't get me wrong I love my dad to death, but a new town and new start is not something that sounds exciting to me. Everything seemed to be going fine until my parents sat me down on the couch a month ago, telling me that they were getting a divorce. I hated the idea of it, but it would take more than that to hurt a strong girl like me. That was until a couple weeks after the news... I woke up one morning and my mom was gone. Just gone. She had taken her clothes, money, and she left me a note that read:
My dearest Emma,
I am sorry that I have to say goodbye this way. I am too much of a coward to tell you this in person. I want you to know that I love you dearly, and I only wish the best for you. You are the best thing that has happened to me. We will see each other again, but I just need some time away from all of this. I am leaving you and your father enough money to move to a new place in a town called Brookersburg. You need a new start. Without me. When I'm ready, I will come to visit. For now though, I must say goodbye. I love you so much my dear. Never forget that.
Love, mom.
Pretty sad huh? She couldn't even tell me in person? She was the only one that I could ever count on, and she just left. I felt so abandoned. No. She didn't love me. She wouldn't of done this to me if she did love me. I know her.. Something wasn't right about any of this. It couldn't be real. I remember the feeling of pain shooting through my body while reading the note. My dad would never understand. There's no way she could have written that note. Absolutely no way... But I will find out who did. I will figure all of this out.
Eventually..
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Under The Deck
HorrorEmma is a normal girl, living the teenage life. She has just moved to a new town called Brookersburg with her family. Though this town is odd. Something isn't quite right. The people are too quiet. Too scared. They act as if newcomers are a threat...
