The Song Of Spirtis

Corpse of a 1920's parent

I fall to my knees tears streaming down my face, grieving for a lost family member. Its not a good feeling...

Mother!!! I yell in tears,
Yes Darling, she doesn't even notice me or my feeling,
Trac- mother interrupts
Yes! Were is she!? She asks.
I remain silent until she turns around from the dishwasher and looks at me,
What's the matter dear!
Tracy...
Yes?
Is...
Carry on!
Is dead, I repeat.
She looks at me and yells,
You! You killed her! You... Pushed her into the well,
I open my mouth like I am about to say something, then vastly close it and walk upstairs.
I begin to sing a lullaby faintly that my grandparents would sing to me when I was little, humming and looking around my room aimlessly. I see a piece of paper glided in through the open window I begin to read,

Day 36
Help me... They've taken me its captured me. Please
Somebody help me this dungeon is so dark and lonely I can't bear it anymore,
This things name is crazy, I can't seem to remember... But its located at south pacific, and the name sounded like... Dea-

The ink squiggles and can speak no more for the poor soul behind the words,
I look up shocked at the torn piece of paper.

I Suddenly hear a loud death defying scream come from the kitchen I race down the stairs, blood spluttered all over the wallpaper, I can hear screeching breaths from around the corner, I run around the corner hoping to find an answer but instead to find my mothers dead corpse on the bench top, blood thumping out. I turn around and its there,