GENOCIDE

Chapter 11

I freeze in place. Lisa disappeared before I moved away. But how? I was so sure that I spoke with her just a few nights before leaving? Who was I speaking to all that time? Genocide?

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know," I barely manage to say. "Are the police searching for her?"

"Yes. But they aren't having any luck."

(Oh God)

"Oh. I see. Keep me updated if they find anything."

(Oh Lisa. It's all my fault.)

I end the call. I want to cry, but the tears won't come.

"Are you okay?" Mary asks me, her voice laced with concern.

(No. I'm not. I'm- I'm- so angry.)

"Yeah."

(Don't listen to that Mary. It's a lie.)

Mary looks at me with concern, all I do is look away. I feel hot and sweaty I need a shower. A nice cold shower. Mary tells me that it's late, and that if she doesn't get home soon she'll be grounded. I don't say anything. I just grunt in response as Mary gets up and says goodbye to Terri, then to me before walking out of my room and leaving. With out even telling Terri to get out of my room I grab my towel and head to bathroom.

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I feel much better after my shower. Much cleaner. I pull back the shower curtains get out and grab my towel wrapping it around myself. But the good feeling of peace doesn't last long. Then I see it. There's writing the foggy mirror.

It reads as follows:

~Can you see me through the steam?~

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My hear stopped.

She was in here with me.

It was in here with me.

I looked around the bathroom and thankfully (for me) the steam had already cleared to reveal that nobody was there. I looked at the shower only to find that they were closed. I didn't close the shower curtains. I am very sure of that. And yet here they were obviously shut.

I creep slowly and quietly to the shower curtains. My races in my chest. Here it is.

The big moment.

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All of a sudden I hear a loud scream coming from outside my house. I run to my room and get a random t-shirt and jeans, not bothering to put on my shoes I run outside to investigate. Only to find that a part of the side walk is covered with a blood stain. To the right of the blood stains is a path of bloody footprints.

I followed them.

I followed them all the way to the back of my house where they stopped. And the end of the bloody footprint trail was a small note.

It goes as follows:

Dear Amanda,

If you are reading this, then I am very disappointed in you. Really, you let a scream and bloody footprints distract you? I should kill off your family now. But that isn't any fun, now is it? But I'm going to give you a few chances. You and I are going to play a game. Mary and I played one earlier.  But she lost. Poor Mary.

Let's play hide and seek. You and you're sister hide. I seek. You lose, you die. Simple.

Oh and thank you for reading this note and giving me a head start. I can't wait to--

The rest of the note is covered in blood. Mary's blood. But I didn't have time to grieve. Quickly I ran through the back door and ran up to my room where Terri was only to find she wasn't there anymore. There was another note on the bed.

It goes as follows:

Dear Amanda,

You are making this far to easy. But I will give you another chance. Meet me in Carrie's Creek in the woods. I'll have a game ready for you when you get there.

And please try not to fail? And come alone. Or your next note won't be so nice.

From Genocide.

I stare at the note. Reading it over and over and over again. She's giving me another chance.

I couldn't screw up this time.

I had to take this thing down.

For good.