It has been a hard three months for me. I still cannot believe my favorite cousin is dead. Things would be a lot easier if I knew how he died, or who killed him. I wasn't even blessed with that simple information. An "ongoing case" is what they call it. I wish they would just hurry up and finish it. It has been three months for crying out loud. The fact that someone is pranking me is not making this any better. Every day for the past three months the same message has been written on the hood of my car in the snow. We should talk" I have been wracking my brain trying to figure who could have left the messages, considering the only person that used to leave me messages like this has been dead since they started three months ago. But today's message was slightly different. It also had a time and location with the usual "We should talk" Terrified out of my mind, but furious for some justice on behalf of my cousin I drove straight to this place after work. When the time written on my car came so did my cousin; looking like he had been in paradise this whole time. "Hey, big cousin. I miss you so much. I know you are wondering how I'm here right now since I'm dead and everything. I am a ghost, a very strong one at that. It took me nearly nine hours to get that message on your car the day I died. Every day after that it just kept getting easier and easier. I know who killed me and I've been wanting to tell you, but I've been too weak. It was my girlfriend, something about an important mission. I don't really remember. I was too busy dying. I asked you to meet me here because this is where she buried me. I don't know where exactly, again I was too busy dying." This was a lot to take in. I wanted to pass out, but I could not. My cousin's murderer was walking straight towards me. "Thank you for meeting me here. I have a confession to make, and I'm just going to cut right to the chase. I killed your cousin, my boyfriend, three months ago. I didn't have a choice; it was an assignment. I had a few more today." And with that, she pulled out a gun; pointing it at me. I was scared for my life was the understatement of the century. But to my surprise, she turned it around and handed it to me. "I was forced to end a lot of lives today, I am ashamed of what I have done and I must come clean. I killed your mother, father, sister, brother, grandparents, and your daughter." and with that, I pulled the trigger. "And I killed you I whispered" I had nothing else to live for so I pulled a piece of paper out of my bag wrote a note saying this is where my cousin was buried, called the police then turned the gun on my head and pulled the trigger one last time.
