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Epilogue

~Megan's point of view~

I loved my kids and I didn't care where they came from.My first child was not originally mine.My husband and I both adopted her.She was so gloomy when we first saw her.But when we picked her she was so happy.She was only 4 years old.

When we brought her home she was happy to know that we loved her.By all means she was nothing like other little children.She didn't like to play with dolls,or go outside and play hopscotch.We had boughten her many toys,and games so that she could entertain her self.When she reached 7 years old, she became strange.

She started hitting my husband and I.She through the games, dolls, and books we got her.We didn't know what to do with her,either what was happening to her.She always got mad.I was alone one day and she through her books at me.I yelled at her to stop.She looked at me with evil eyes and then she locked herself in her room.I stood quietly and then I heard a dropping noise.I went into the kitchen and grabbed a knife.I opened the lock on the door and freed it open.I looked out the window and all her flower pots that she had by the window were gone.

I looked down from the window and there she laid with the flower pots broken beside her.I ran down and opened the door .She was dead.I called for help and my husband but there was no use.

All I could think of was why would she do this?

Now seeing Mary in the hospital laying down in a bed,sick ,about to die.All I could think of was,"Was I really a horrible parent?"

I guess I must've said it loud enough,that Mary said I didn't do anything wrong.And Maybe she was right I couldn't do anything not even the doctors.She closed her eyes.The heart monitor started making a buzzing sound.

The doctor came in and told me to step out into the living room.I walked out.Not because I couldn't stand it but because nurses were pushing me out of the way.I waited outside with my husband.The doctor came out and announced her death.We all knew it was going to happen.The condition for it was too late.

Report:

Mary Shrey died of a disease that was too strong to heal.The disease was eating all her greatest memories.This disease starts out from little insects(unknown).They suck on flesh and then get in to bodies.And of course,if they are female then they reproduce.These insects are found in old cabins,the woods,and abandoned

areas.Normally these bugs need 3-5 years to suck half of the blood in a human body and the flesh from the inside of human bodies.

For any further questions please contact your local hospital or clinic.

I was prepared for this day.I knew that it was probably dangerous for her to have been in the woods by herself.Mary Shrey was brave.I sat down with my husband hugging me.And I was crying ,he looked sad ,with a bit of tears rolling down his cheeks.

The doctors sent us home.He said he'd tell us when they'd be able to send her body to a funeral center.

We went sadly home,not saying a word we sat silent.

"So do we go pick up Avery from the Daycare center?",He asked.

"I guess",I said.

We spent the rest of our days sadly until a couple years later my husband suggested for us to adopt a child again.I wasn't so sure about the idea.I guess we could start again a new life and start out clean.Of course Avery stayed sad, but eventually she cheered up with her...new...sister.

Her sister grew up to be odd she liked taking heads off from the dolls that we bought her.It was almost if there was a demon inside her.

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LAST CHAPTER!!!

~So the first child that the Shrey family had was a demon child and she killed her self and now she turned the "new sister" into a demon.(she's in her body)~

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