Scary Texts and Stories

May's Letter (part 1)

If I could just for one second, feel the comfort of your touch soon, I will be so happy, love! You can only imagine all the things we must accomplish together, as a couple. I'd like to grow a farm, yes, and plant apple trees and create a lovely orchard! Oh, how exciting it will be to watch your strong arms shovel the fertile land and create grounds from the root of our love. You will love us. I made a small trinket for you, with your initials carved in it! My father cut down this lovely tree that sheltered my window, and well, I want you to have that tree. Daddy didn't have the potential. Everything I do is for you, my love. And don't get me started with mother. That scar on her face didn't hurt her one bit, so don't be fooled. I left the trinket in the envelope of this letter, so the tree, and I, will be with you always. We will see each other soon, dear. I just need to get rid of daddy.

Sophie cringes as she reads the last sentence, splattered in blood.

"May Rivers had killed her unborn child with a wire hanger before she wrote this letter," the tour guide explained pointing to the table that Jameson and Sophie were currently at, "and that's why you see the old blood here. Myths are told that the blood dripped from the point of the hanger."

"Holy shit, Sophie, that's how old time abortion works." Jameson nudges her hard, making her hit the glass case and intensely shaking the small items and papers inside. Everyone turns to look at Sophie.

"Dude, chill!" Sophie backs away from the case and slaps Jameson's arm hard. "This stuff is literally ancient as hell and you almost made me ruin something." Some people snicker as Jameson winces, rubbing his now red arm.

The annoying but hot (to Jameson) social studies teacher walks in and observes the observing students. "Everyone enjoying this thriller farm?" She asks.

People are immediate to backlash. "Enjoy?"
"I'm tired, Mrs. Johns!"
"This is ruining my love for farms, May Rivers is psycho!"
"This was supposed to be a field trip, not a mystery scene."

Mrs. Johns rolls her eyes, ignoring the comments and walking to Sophie and Jameson's table.

"The baby letter, huh?" She looks at the two curious teens and then points at the trinket with initials carved "MW". "Wilson was his name, if you've read the other letters already. Notice how she didn't put his full name. It was her first initial, and then Wilson's. Nuts, right?"

Sophie didn't think to look at the other letters and diaries. She saw one letter that Wilson had wrote to May, but he showed no signs of longing for her. It was more of a "stop writing to me you crazy woman" type of feeling. This one letter about her killing her parents and child had drawn all of her attention. She loved him a lot, and apparently, he didn't love her at all! How does that work? Why did she give up all of these things for him, including her own child? He must have done something greater for her to kill her own child. To cause something like this.

"Mrs. Johns, was Wilson the father?" Jameson asked as he rudely pressed his fingers on the glass case.

"Well duh, Jamie. But what her and Wilson did was considered wrong in this generation. May had gotten drunk according to Wilson's rejection letter, and he was not, which leaves us to conclude that their relationship was a one time thing. He only wanted her for one thing. And to Wilson, it was to never happen again. But that made May crazy."

Jameson put his fingers to his lips, looking closer at the letter. "It's hard to believe that it was her baby's blood."

"Ah, yes. She killed her child because he didn't want to own up to being a father. She knew he didn't want it, and she would do anything to make him happy." Mrs. Johns traced her fingers along the lining of the case, thinking hard.

May was an absolute nutcase. Sophie thought. The cool wind blew steadily through the open barn doors, making Sophie shudder along with the thrilling feeling of mystery. She was starting to enjoy this trip.

A flash of white entered the corner of Sophie's eye, quickly making her turn to the door of the barn. Was someone else here? She decided not to worry about it as there were always visitors welcome when the workers were here and there were lots of things to read.

As Sophie read some more letters, she came across a letter from May's diary.

I killed my baby, I killed daddy, I killed mama, but I will never kill my sweet love Will. He won't come with me! What do I have to do to make him love me? The bodies are rid of, the baby is decaying, but he still won't come for me. Come get me, please! I'm trapped here. Daddy can't hurt me anymore, and Mama can't yell at me, but I'm stuck.......

As Sophie continued to read, the teacher called for students to get back on the buses. She however, wanted to stay. Something lured her there. We're leaving so soon? I wanted to figure out more!

Jameson nudged her. "We gotta go, hoe!"

"But there's still stuff I need to know!"

"What is there to figure out? She killed her whole family, her child, and Wilson... well, I don't know..." He seemed lost and Sophie jumped up and down.

"Exactly! We don't know! And frankly, I think Wilson did something to her..."

"Well I mean... we can come back? Tomorrow? The farm is much closer to school than you think. We could walk here after school! But you better not get all crazy about it. We'll just read a few letters and see what else we can figure out about Wilson."

Sophie loved this idea, and nodded quickly in agreement. She refused to be left with questions.

"Let's go on the bus then."

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        On their way back to the school, Sophie stared at the farm in curiosity. She thought she was dreaming for a second, but she spotted what looked like a short woman in a white dress, but the size of an ant from her viewpoint. She tapped on Jameson to look out of the window, but by the time he turned, she was gone.

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HEY <3
I haven't written in forever so sorry if this all sucks grammatically and formally. I have been running around like a headless chicken for the past few days, and other times... well... I would just not do anything! So I'm sorry about the delay but I hope you guys like this story. I would love to do a part 2, but I'll need ideas from people (feel free to dm me) and more guidance to a more chilling mindset for my amazing readers. :)      - One of your favorite spoopy authors

Happy October!