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PAIN

MURDER HOUSE

VICTIM(S): EVA WAMBLEY

MURDERER(S): EVA WAMBLEY

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She sat in the corner of her room, rocking back and forth as she tugged at her dark hair. She was so tired, she was so tired of having to lie to herself that everything was going to be okay even though she knew that it would never be okay now.

Eva stared at the gun sitting on her bed, the one she had taken from her fathers office that he had in the basement where he did his paper work.

Her father.

He was the reason for all of this, he was the reason that she was so messed up inside. So young but she was so corrupted because of him.

He ruined her entire life, he made her so impure, so different in such a horrid way. It took her so long, but when she finally told her mom what he was doing to her, all her mom did was ask her to never tell a soul.

"Darling, he loves you, you know that right?" her mom asked her daughter.

Eva only cried and screamed at her mom, asking her how he could do that to her and that out of all people, she thought her mom would at least be there for her.

"Mom, how can you ask me to keep quiet?!" Eva yelled.

"He's your dad," her mom responded, "He gives us a house, food, everything we need. Do not ruin this family Eva, please."

Eva grabbed a paper and ink, and started to write.

Mom,

Can I even really call you mom? I don't know, I just know that a mom wouldn't make her daughter feel so terrible, so horrible, so.. what I feel. I've been feeling so bad mom, and you know why, you know it's because of that monster you call a husband and you won't do anything about it. How could you do that to your own flesh and blood? I've been crying myself to sleep, for months and months now mommy. Why would you do this to me? You care more about our reputation than my own sanity and mental health? C'mon mom, I would do anything for you! I would do anything to see you smile, but you won't do the same for me. What kind of mother are you?

Robert,

I can't even call you dad after the horrible things that you've done to me. How could you do that to me? I never did anything to deserve any of this, why would you make me go through things like this? I have nightmares about you, I wake up screaming, and I know that you can hear me, but I bet you just laugh. No one knows, absolutely no one about who you really are, but one day they will. And you deep down will know that the reason I came to this decision is all because of you. I wanted to grow up beside someone, someone to love and care for me. Someone to grow old and have children with, but because of you, I can't do that. I can never be normal and live the average human life because my heart is so filled with sorrow and grief and pain, and it's all your fault. One day you'll get what you deserve. I hope I haunt you in your dreams.

- Eva.

The dark-haired sixteen year old girl left the note on her bed and then grabbed the gun. Her hands trembled and she held it to her forehead. She put her finger around the trigger but then started to sob loudly, she dropped the gun to the floor and threw all the things from the desk in her room to the floor and at the mirror.

When she looked at the floor, she saw that the gun wasn't there anymore. Her heart sank to her chest and she immediately felt fear take over her body. Did her dad come in when she was having her breakdown and take it back?

She saw the letter was still on the bed and swallowed hard.

"Looking for this?" she heard a female voice.

Eva turned to face her door and saw a brunette standing by the door, her hair was lighter than Eva's, and about an inch taller than she was.

"How did you get in here?" Eva sniffled, "Who even are you?"

"I'm so sorry for what he's been doing to you," the girl said to her.

"You k-know?" Eva stuttered.

The girl nodded, "I died here a while back, this was my room. You know all the stories about the ghosts who reside in this house? It's all true."

"I believe in ghosts," Eva muttered.

The girl held out the gun and Eva took it.

"I know you want to," the girl said to her, "And it's okay, I took my own life too."

"How'd you do it?" Eva asked her out of curiosity.

"Slashed my wrists," the girl responded, "Long story, I don't wanna talk about it."

Eva looked at the gun and the girl cleared her throat, "Do you believe in God?"

"If God was real, why would he be letting this happen to me?" Eva asked her, tears spilling from her cheeks.

"He is, real," the brunette said, "And so is the Devil. You ever read the bible?"

"We go to church, but I go because I'm forced to."

"Suicide is punishable by God," she said, "I've resided in hell for a long, long time. I died here, and my soul resided here, but the second this house was to burn down, my soul would go to hell. It's still up though, so I made a deal with a demon, he stays in the house too."

"He does?"

"If you do this, you're going to hell once this house burns down. But honestly, I would rather go through that torture to be able to leave this house and roam Earth, than to forever be trapped here."

"How do you make a deal?"

"Well, what do you want?"

Eva looked at the floor and then at her suicide note and she swallowed hard, "I want him to pay, for what he did to me."

The girl smirked, "I can make that happen, but I won't kill you, that's something you're gonna have to do, I already know you want to."

Eva looked at the gun and put it to her forehead and the girl, who went by the name of Jamie, counted down from five and when she hit one, Eva pulled the trigger.

Her body fell to the floor and Jamie watched as her mom ran into the room, and found her daughter lying on the floor, her husband's gun in her hand.

Her mom screamed out and Jamie stared at her and smirked, "Your husbands next," she thought to herself.