Kristina feels a cold feeling behind her. She knows something.. Or somebody is behind her.
"Wh....who is that" Kristina wonders as a shive is sent down her back.
"Well... Its just little old Mary here....i just wanted to talk"Mary had said in a creepy voice.
"Well why would I wanna talk after I just saw all my friends dead!?"Kristina yelled.
"Awwwww....what a shame you didn't wanna know the truth." Mary says.
"What do you mean....the truth" Kristina asks.
"Oh you know. Why your parents were.....off-that they didnt even look like you?"Mary proclaimed.
"How....did you know that...."Kristina questioned.
"Its just a ....guess. But did you ever wonder why you never say your baby pictures?" Mary adds on
"Well....yeah-but how would you know"Kristina wonders.
"Well....would you believe me if I said...i was your birth mom and your adopted."Mary had said.
"Why would I believe a killer!?" Kristina yells.
"Calm down....i just wanted to tell you that I am your birth mom" Mary says with a smile on her face
"Why should i believe you!?" Kristina proclaimed.
"Well let's say....i was killed in a fire by a few students. Where we are now is where I died-" Mary says.
"They just sat there...outside while they heard me scream!"
"Oh god....., Kristina had said in a sore full voice.
After talking for a while to catch up Mary brings something up.
"Hey Kristina-" Mary questions on either to say it or to keep quite.
"What's up." Kristina replies.
"Well would you mind spreading the rumor....so more people can do it"Mary questions.
"Uhhh......i guess...."Kristina replies.
Kristina lives to tell her story and spreading the rumor.
The end!
