The girl got out of her mother's room and walked to the kitchen to see if there was something else she could discover in her house. She was still terrified of the unknown, but still wanted to remember more of what she had forgotten. On a counter top was another note. It read:
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Now you can remember some things, right?
Your mother and your brother?
However, the real question is-
What is your name?
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The girl froze.
The note was right, she couldn't remember what her name was.
However, she couldn't. She was only able to remember her brother's and mother's names by reading notes that told her the answers. She ran back to her room to find something that could have her name on it. She looked through drawers, her desks...
She even resorted to looking under her bed.
However, she ended up finding an old crumpled paper under her bed. When she opened it, she found an old first grade math worksheet that was hers.
How did she know that it was hers?
Her name was on it.
"H..Heather."
Heather then saw another note on her desk. The note read:
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Now you know your name.
All the pieces are there for you.
All you need to do is see.
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Heather was extremely puzzled. What pieces were the notes talking about? She kept questioning what she knew until..
she finally realized something.
Her brother's name was David Edison. Her mother's name was Anne Thompson. Her name was Heather.
D avid E dison A nne T hompson H eather
"DEATH"
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Heather snapped out of her seemingly endless nightmare. However, it didn't exactly end.
When she snapped back to reality, she was standing in the middle of the corridor, right outside of her room. There weren't any notes in her room anymore. Heather could hear police sirens, and she saw the blaring lights through her house's windows. She was holding something, a solid object.
It was a knife, dripping blood onto the carpet.
The doors to her mother's and brother's room were both open, but this time, with no notes inside as well.
Instead, only their corpses lay inside.
She stood there, motionless.
The nightmare she was in was just her consciousness toying with her. She finally remembered everything, crystal clear.
She killed them.
She killed them all.
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remembrance
Horrora teenage girl found herself trapped in her own room. she didn't know who's room it belonged to immediately, but found it familiar. she couldn't exit her room, as the door was locked. she had extreme head pains, and had trouble remembering things. s...
