Status 2

 Hey Fam! I know everyone was dying to see pics from our nature walk, but things got weird a couple days ago. I was going to upload when we got back, but when we got back to camp our van had been RANSACKED! Guys, it was a mess, all of our camping equipment was all over the place. Our tripod for campfire cooking was completely destroyed, and the inside of our van was, let's just say it was a mess guys.

The weirdest part was that, all they took was some potatoes and my necklace that Jason gave me last year in Peru. You know, the gold one?

Anyway, We've been on the road since then for a couple of days. I'm uploading a couple of pictures of our nature hike!

<3 <3 <3 JP

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Status 1

Hey guys! It's been a minute. I'm having the BEST time in....Well I don't want to give away my location Becuz everyone will what to come here! O EM GEE the water is beautiful! Me and Jason have just been swimming, and eating and, I have to tell you guys that Van life is the best life! Ok, Well I have to go, it's almost time for our nature walk! Ttyl loves!<3 <3 <3 JP

Edit: Ok Guys, I know that I didn't want to reveal my location, but for safety reasons, I turned it on in Snapchat

there's this weird chick following me and Jason. I mean, not FOLLOWING following? I mean she's just...everywhere we are. Like....She was at the lake today at breakfast on the other side, facing us but she didn't have a camp or anything, she just kinda....stood there? IDK it's weird. BUT THEN omg guys, we saw her on our nature walk!

So weird right? She was just kinda, there. Well we leave tomorrow morning for our next local so seee u guys then!

<3 <3 <3 JP

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A Nice Cup of Coffee

Elle held the over sized mug  up to her lips, and inhaled. There was nothing like a warm cup of coffee on a cold day. She loved this Cafe. She'd been coming here every morning since high school. There was art on the walls for sale,  miss matched furniture and antique looking coffee tables.
"I know that you said you weren't hungry" a voice came floating from behind her, she turned to see the shop owner holding a plate with a muffin
"But you have to eat something. And I just baked these this morning, it's  an apple cinnamon oatmeal muffin. My own recipe. Still warm" she put it down in front of Elle, smiling from ear to ear
"Thanks Ginnie" Elle said. Truth be told
She was starving. Elle hadn't eaten since yesterday, early in the morning when Ginnie brought her some cinnamon toast.
Ginnie sat down on the other side of the small table and locked eyes with Elle.
"Something on your mind?" Elle took a sip of coffee, her eyes rolled back at the silky flavor
"Elle, where have you been sleeping" Elle's eyes opened wide she almost spit out her drink.
"What kind of a question is that?" She tried to act casual, as of she had no idea to what she was referring.
"Elle, you've been coming here everyday since you were 14. And I know that's only 9 years. But I still feel like you're something of a child figure to me. And. I. Jesus this is hard. Elle, are you OK?" Elle breathed in, unsure of how to proceed.
   "I'm fine. I've been working at the hotel in town three nights a week at the front desk. And I've been saving up my money. I just got my van looked at and everything's good. Don't worry"
  "Really? Huh. So when I came by last week to bring you some goulash, they were lying when they said you quit? They were lying?" Elle tore the top off of the muffin and took a bite
  "I'm fine Ginnie....good God this muffin is delicious"
  "Thank you, but don't change the subject. Have you considered, maybe, trying to go home?" Elle looked into Ginnie's eyes sharply
"I'm not going home Gin. It's not even home anymore. I worked really hard to break away from those shitty people"
Ginnie too a deep breath
         "Elle, you are on a slippery slope. Your options now are you can go home, or-"
          "Or what? Hook? I could hook"
           " You couldn't hook. You'd get awkward and start to cry, and then they'd ask for their money back" Elle almost spit out her coffee.
             "Don't worry Gin. I'll figure something out" Elle stood up from the table and made her way out of the Cafe. She had a plan, but it wasn't the kind of plan you shared with someone.
             Elle got into her van and made her way to her family's house. Seeing them had always been a part of the plan, she just couldn’t tell Gin. Elle could feel the blood rushing through her veins, she couldn’t believe how nervous she was. She hadn’t seen these people in years. She began to worry if they’d let her in the house. The whole plan rested on the idea that they let her into the house. She shook her head.

“Don’t get distracted. Don’t stray away from the plan”

It was an hour drive to her family’s house. Elle had plenty of time to attempt to talk herself out of it. But she was set in the idea.

This would work

It had to work

When her rickety van finally pulled up to the gate in front of the house, her heart started pounding. It all looked the same. The white house with the columns in front, the yard with two apple trees and a rose bush. She sat in the Van for a minute taking it all in.

“No” she told herself “Be strong. Remember what kind of people they are”

She got out of the van, she was suddenly very aware of her disheveled appearance. Good, maybe that would help her cause.

She opened the gate and made her way up the long driveway. She practiced what she would say. If her mother opened the door, she would say “Mama?” in her most pathetic voice, with a bit of a whine. If her Father opened the door, she would whisper “Daddy I’m so sorry” after looking deeply into his eyes for a moment. She’d been thinking about this for days, weeks. She’d considered that they wouldn’t be happy to see her, but she would cross that bridge when she came to it. She delicately stepped up onto the brick walkway leading to the front door, and realized that the first row of bricks had been repaired.

“Oh, right. It’s been 9 years”

She felt as if her movements were in slow motion as she approached the door. She watched her hand move slowly towards the brass knocker that looked like a lion. As her fingers rested on the ring in the lion’s mouth, she realized how dirty her fingers were. How cold the brass felt beneath her fingers.

“NO. These are not omens. Just do it!” She knocked five times. The sound was deep, loud and terrible, and left her feeling hot and cold all at once. She heard someone unlatch the door

“This is it. It’s happening” The door opened and she prepared both speeches at once,

But then

The person who opened the door wasn’t her Mother, or her Father.

“Can I help you?” Elle looked deep into the eyes of a boy who couldn’t have been more than 8. His eyes where Amber brown like hers. His hair was golden brown like hers. And suddenly, Elle didn’t know what to do.

“Are your mommy and daddy home?” She heard her voice say

“Yes! Mommy is having tea outside with Grandma…”

“Grandma?”

“….And Daddy is at the office but he’ll be home soon and then we’re all going to the lake! Do you want to come? WAIT! Who are you?”

Elle’s eyes started to feel warm. She had run away, and instead of looking for her, they had another child. They’d had this vibrant little boy and that was all they needed.

“Go get your Mommy for me please would you, little boy?” She meant to sound sweet, but as the words left her lips she realized they sounded more threatening. The little boy skipped off leaving the door wide open. Elle took this as an invitation to go inside, and she did. She looked around to see if there were any photos of her still left on the walls. There weren’t. Elle felt the heat rising in her face.

“Hello?” She heard a voice of concern from behind her, she whirled around to see…..a woman she didn’t recognize

“Oh! I’m sorry, I thought that, I asked that little boy to get his mother for me”

the woman, who was only about 5 years older than herself, looked puzzled.

“I’m his mother, what are you doing here? Is there something I can help you with?” Elle looked at the woman puzzled

“I’m sorry, isn’t this the Templeton residence?” The Woman cocked her head slightly to the side

“Can I get you a cup of coffee?”

This felt weird. Uneasy. Elle nodded, and followed the woman into the kitchen. Suddenly nothing felt familiar anymore. The once little nook of a kitchen where her parents had spent hours arguing was now a full sized chef’s kitchen with big windows and a pasta arm above a gorgeous farmhouse sink. Elle watched as this strange woman sashayed over to a gourmet coffee maker and poured a cup of coffee.

Elle was suddenly very aware of how dirty her hands were.

“I knew you would come eventually” The woman tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear.

“You’re Eloisa, right? Eloisa Templeton?” Elle allowed herself to sit down on a white wooden chair next to a matching table. It looked like new, no scuff marks or dirt not even a chip.

“Yeah….I came to see my….wait, what do you mean you ‘knew I’d come eventually?’ where are my parents? How long have you lived in this house?”

The woman chuckled and walked toward Elle with her mug in hand. It too was perfectly white, and round like a cauldron.

“When they sold us the house 3 years ago-”

“3 YEARS?!” Elle started to feel her heartbeat racing.

“Yes, 3 years ago. We were told that, even though there was speculation that you were dead, that you might return one day. Your father said that if you...” The woman paused, taking a sip of coffee from her own mug, it was blue and had “Today is your day” written across it in gold cursive letters.

“….if you ever came back to say that there’s no money. That if that’s why you’re coming back, they had to sell the house to pay for your mother’s medical expenses. Your father lost the business after you ran away, and your mother became very ill, and she passed away about 3 and a half years ago.” She took another sip of her coffee. Her words burned Elle like bleach on bare skin. She spoke as though she was just telling her the latest gossip, not that her mother was dead and her father was destitute.

“My….my mother is….”

“Drink your coffee dear” The woman spoke softly, in a motherly tone that was more condescending than caring. Elle took a long sip of coffee. She let the heat burn her tongue, hoping it would stop this feeling of unexpected sorrow.

“Slow down!” the woman’s voice was coarse, Elle dropped the cup. The contents of the mug came splashing out onto her chest and clothing. She gasped, but didn’t scream, and stood quickly to her feet.

“Oh my God, Ma’am I’m so sorry. I….I have to go” The mug lay on it’s side still intact on the table, coffee spoiling the perfection of white on the table beneath it.

“Are you alright, Eloisa?” The woman spoke in an almost Stepford robotic tone, as if she had barely noticed what happened.

“I’m fine….um…”

“Darci. I’m Darci Templeton”

“I’m fine Darci, I just…..Templeton? Are we related? Or just a weird coincidence?” The coffee on her baggie sweater was starting to cool, giving Elle a chill down her spine.

“No dear. It’s not a weird coincidence.” Darci smiled. Her teeth were perfectly straight and white. Elle waited for her to continue, but Darci just sat and smiled.

“So….we’re related then?”

“Something like that” Darci tilted her head to the side slightly, smile still intact. Elle stared deeply into this woman’s eyes waiting for her to elaborate, but she just smiled.

“Darci!” A voice came from the left of them, Elle turned quickly to see who it belonged to, Darci’s expression remained unchanged.

“Darci, you said that you’d be back in a moment and then you never did what happened?” The owner of the voice stepped into the kitchen. It was a tall woman with graying hair and an emerald green women’s suit. “OH! We have company! Where are my manners! My name is Sondra! Sondra Templeton. And you are?”

Elle felt her throat swell

“What is happening? Why are you doing this? Is my mother really dead? Who are you?!” Elle wrapped her hand around her own neck. The swelling was getting worse, she wondered if she was having a panic attack.

Sondra now tilted her head and smiled. Her teeth large and white.

“Whatever do you mean dear?” Elle could feel her throat constricting. She backed away towards the door.

“WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?!” She screamed but the words came out harsh and strained. She began scratching her fingernails against her neck, as though breaking the skin would open an airway.

Then

Everything went black.

Ginnie approached the grand house. It had been a week since last she’d heard from Elle. She was hoping that she’d gone home, and this would be her confirmation. She pressed her finger on the doorbell, thinking to herself how this place was just a little too rich for her blood. She smiled thinking about how it seemed a little too rich for Elle’s blood too.

The door opened and a beautiful blonde haired woman stood before Ginnie, smiling like she was running for office.

“Hello, how may I help you?”

“Hi! You don’t know me, my name is Virginia Strickland. I own a Cafe a few town’s over. I’m, well, this may sound strange but I’m looking for Eloisa Templeton?” The blonde woman furrowed her brow.

“Oh I’m so sorry, the Templeton’s haven’t lived here in about 9 years! Not since Mr. Templeton died of a heart attack.” Ginnie put her hand over her heart.

“Oh God that’s awful….I’m so sorry. Well, I suppose it wouldn’t matter much to you, you’re the new owners I guess right? I’m sorry that I wasted your time.” Ginnie turned to walk away and then stopped. “She didn’t stop by here did she? I mean, You didn’t see someone around here about a week ago? Brown hair? Brown eyes?” The blonde woman tilted her head slightly to the side and smiled.

“Why don’t you come in, Virginia. Would you like a cup of coffee?”

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To Whom it may Concern,

 

 I am writing to you today as a warning:
Don't do business with Alchemy Designs
I know this seems random, but if you let me explain I hope to convince you why it's in your great interest to avoid this establishment.
I worked for Alchemy Designs from 2008 to 2010, and no this isn't a disgruntled employee complaint.
My boss was the Designer: Camilla Carpenter. She’s a strange little thing, dark hair fair skin, always wearing a Spider necklace. She has an incredible ability to make everyone she speaks to comfortable and relaxed. Most people would define her as “cute” or “sweet”
Do not allow yourself to fall for it, is a trap.
I'm getting ahead of myself, I apologize.
In the 2 years I was in her employ, I noticed a great deal of employee turnover. I know that might seem like a normal thing, and I understand. It's less the traffic that was disturbing, and more HOW people left.

They would just disappear. Let me explain
Ms. Carpenter would call an employee into  her office at the end of the day, seemingly at random, right as they were about to leave to go home.
And then the next day their desk would be cleared.
I know that sounds normal, like she didn't want them to be embarrassed so she waited until the last minute.
But consider this:
wouldn't someone that you've worked with, had lunch with after dinner drinks with, don't you think they would reach out?
Let you know that they'd been let go?
That they wouldn't see you around the office anymore?

It’s completely normal behavior to reach out to a friend and colleague after termination, is it not?
For 6 months I was working with Chris Heins.

6 months I was eating lunch, having drinks, and going to ball games with him. We were friends. I would even go so far as to call us best friends.
Then one day Ms. Carpenter calls him into her office.
I remember it like it was yesterday: we were gathering up our things, it was Friday and we were going to head out to the lake for the weekend.

Then Ms. Carpenter, she slinked out of her office with her tight black dress and thick framed glasses, smiled that saccharin sweet smile between blood red lips and said

“Chris, I don’t mean to bother, but I’d like to see you in my office before you leave for the day. It will only be a minute” What I haven’t told you is that, Chris had a bit of a crush on our boss. And by crush I mean full on high school infatuation. So when she came out of her office and smiled at him, I knew that there was no question. He smirked at me and said

“Don’t wait up” before practically prancing after her.

That was the last time I heard Chris speak.
I went to the lake as planned. When he didn’t show, I called is cellphone, it went directly to voicemail.

On Monday when I came into work, his desk had been cleared out. I asked her, Ms. Carpenter. I asked her

“Where is Chris?” She was sitting at her desk typing, she looked up at me with those piercing green eyes and simply said

“Oh, I sent him on a business trip! He should be back in about a week” she smiled so big it left me uneasy.
So I waited a week. I tried to stay calm. I went to the gym like normal every morning.
I went in to work every day like normal, waiting to hear from Chris.

He didn’t come back to work the following week. And when I asked Ms. Carpenter about when he was coming back, again She replied:

“He decided to take a job on the West Coast! Oh, I was sure he would have told you? I’m so sorry about your friend” her voice had been sincere, but her facial expressions could only be described as, delighted.

I gave him another call. He would have told me if he was moving to the West Coast. He would have hounded me about helping him move.
Except, except this time his number had been disconnected.
So I went to his apartment, but, it wasn’t his apartment anymore. There was a “For Rent” sign on the lawn. And when I tried to go to his door to knock, there was a Realtor's lock box on the doorknob.
But here’s the strangest part, his furniture was being sold at a yard-sale across the street! I know that sounds crazy, but I recognized his old chartreuse couch. He got it from his uncle when he passed away, NOBODY has a couch like that.
I know this all sounds like a series of unfortunate events
Just a string of strange coincidences.
But I SAW her. I mean I really SAW her, for what she REALLY is
Ms. Carpenter
About a month after Chris disappeared, I was working late at the office. Admittedly, I wasn't getting much sleep. Chris's disappearance had really gotten to me. Like I said, we were best friends.
Aside from the night custodian, I was the only one in the office. Or, I should have been. I THOUGHT I was.

Anyway
I needed to make a copy, so I walked down the hall passed the cubicles, towards Ms. Carpenter's office towards the copier.
I wasn't attempting to be nosy, I wasn't trying to intrude, it's just that her office window is right in front of the copier
When I looked up
When I looked up I saw her
She was sitting on top of her desk in the dark, legs crossed with her hands on her knees
Only
Her legs were long
Ms Carpenter is only 5"4 even in heels
But her legs, her knees reached each side of the 6 ft long desk
Her fingers were long, like spindles coming to a sharp point. I had blinked a few times thinking that maybe I was tired
Maybe I had just been Working too hard
But there she was
She uncrossed her legs, stretching then out in front of her to at least 8 feet long. She reached her arms up and stretched, that's when I noticed the gray color of her skin. I felt like I was looking at some sort of Specter. And her eyes, oh god her eyes. They had...they had GROWN. She had normal green eyes that morning, but now they were the size of teacup saucers. With blood shot red filling up where the eye is normally white.

I threw up immediately all over the copier. I couldn’t help myself, she was terrifying.

But then, then she spoke to me.

“Adam” Her voice sounded like many voices. It echoed through my mind, and I could feel the bumps raise up all over my body.

“Adam, can I see you in here a moment”
I ran, I didn't stop until I got home. I haven't been back since. If I had stayed I might have ended up like Chris. Whatever might have happened to Chris, it’s not going to happen to me.
And it will absolutely happen to you if your company buys out Alchemy Designs. I'm convinced that she's a cannibal, or something to that affect, if she's even human. If you attempt to meet with her, she's going to make you disappear. For the safety of yourself, your family and your employees
please consider revoking your contract

Sincerely,
Adam Reese

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Ali

There wasn’t a shred of doubt, Alison was dead.

Kait sat on the floor of her darkened apartment, staring at her phone. The words “no new messages” were all that she could see. Yes, Alison was definitely dead. It had been 10 days since the last time they spoke, where Kait told her that she wasn’t sure about that boyfriend of hers.

Alison had laughed.

“Where’s this coming from? It’s been like…..a year? And all of a sudden you ‘aren’t sure’ about him? I mean what is that?”

“ALI Listen to me!”Kait wrung her hands together, as though she was rearranging her skin "Ali, he's always around. We used to, we used to do things together just you and me."
Alison crinkled her eyebrows
"Oh my God, Kit Kat! You're jealous" she let out a cackle that was half forced. "Kit Kat, we can always find someone for you." She turned her back and started rummaging through her cupboards "He'll be home soon, should we have tequila or vodka? Or both!"
    "Ali, listen to me!" Kait leaned forward, Alison talked over her
     "Jeremy likes Vodka. But I like tequila. Maybe you're right we're not meant for each other." Kait bit down on her bottom lip hard, lurched forward throwing her arms around Alison
     "Ali please! This isn't how it's supposed to be!" Alison turned around slowly, and wiggled herself out of Kait's grasp
     "Maybe you should go home" Alison's voice had gone from playful and musical, to monotone. "Kaitlyn, Please leave. I am sick of this possessive bullshit. Everyday, it's all the fucking time. And I'm just done. I'm done! So what I have a boyfriend? Just fuck off and get out of my apartment" Alison turned away from Kait and stormed towards her bedroom door, “WHEN I COME BACK OUT YOU BETTER BE GONE”

That was a week and 3 days ago. Usually they would make up by now. Usually she could see Ali on social media. She would have at least posted a playlist of songs about being pissed or being too clingy. But there was nothing. Kait clicked on the Snapchat app, Alison’s name was right at the top. She checked, again. Alison still hadn’t viewed her Snap from today, or yesterday, or the day before. Something was definitely wrong. Alison was most definitely dead. Kait jumped to her feet. She was going to find that bastard that killed her Ali cat.

Contacting Jeremy wasn’t hard. All She had to do was send him a text message saying:

“Hey, haven’t heard from u guys in a few days. Everything ok?”

He’d responded with a chipper sounding

“oh yea! No worries we’ve both just been working A LOT lol”

She stared down at the text message response and felt her whole body fill with a tingle. He was hiding something. He was most definitely hiding something.

“OMG lol I totally get it!”

She’d responded, careful not to let him know that she was on to him.

“I wanted 2 kno if maybe I could stop by 2nite? I kno it’s last min but Ali and I had a fight last week and I wanted to sort shit out”

Send.

Kait waited, staring intently at her phone as she walked down the sidewalk. This was crucial, he didn’t know that she knew. Or maybe he’d had an idea? His response would say it all. After about three minutes, heard the “ding”

“I mean….yea if you want? Idk what time Ali’s coming home. I mean, she’s wrking a dbl shift at Phib’s so I’m guessing she’ll be out by midnite?”

Kait knew what this meant. She knew what he was doing. He was hoping that midnight would be too late. That she’d be sleeping and not be able to come by. Oh he knew. He KNEW.

“Omg that’s totally fine. I’ll be there soon K?”

Kait had already reached their apartment. It was a really nice place in the center of the city, across the street from the local market. She looked up into the row of windows that lead into Ali and Jeremy’s apartment. They’d been living together for 3 months, but they’d been an item for about a year. Everything had changed when Ali met Jeremy.

They used to be attached at the hip, Kait and Ali. Ever since 9^th grade they’d done everything together, went to the same college, until Kait dropped out. They both worked at Phib’s until Kait got fired for showing up late one too many times. They even lived together for a few years….until Jeremy.

Jeremy was ALWAYS at the apartment. Kait wrinkled her nose thinking about how this used to be her home too. Everything she’d known, everyone she’d loved……

Kait took long strides up to the front door, she rubbed her nose hard and opened the door to the building. The last thing she wanted was him to see she’d been crying. She took the stairs 2 at a time, clonking her big combat boots loudly. She heard her phone “Ding”, but she ignored it. Gaining her composure, Kait approached the apartment at the very top of the stairs, and knocked. Jeremy answered the door almost immediately. His sandy brown hair fell gently around his broad shoulders. His eyes were deceptively kind.

“Hey Kait! Wow….that…..that was fast come on in” He turned and walked towards the couch. Kait walked in and let her coat slide down her arms and onto the floor, she kicked the door closed behind her.

“Hello Jeremy” she spoke in a tone that she’d heard many times in movies, deeply and with an air of evil villain. Jeremy slouched down on the couch. Kait noticed he was wearing flannel pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize that you were settling in for the night” Kait decided to keep the voice, it matched perfectly with what was about to happen.

“Oh God, no don’t worry about it Kait. It was my day off and I’ve just been…..are you ok?” She stood up erect. Allowing her voice to dip

“I’m fine, why” Jeremy looked her up and down, his eyes narrowed

“You just….you seem tense. You can sit down. It’s ok I mean, we’re good” Kait furrowed her brow, and summoned the villain voice

“We’re….good? Oh Jeremy, whatever do you mean?” Jeremy reached out in front of him and picked up a brown bottle

“Ali told me about how you were uncomfortable about us living together. And I get it, I do. I understand why you would feel that way. But I want you to know, I didn’t suggest you moving out. That was Ali’s idea. We’d talked about it for awhile and she thought-”

“Thought it was important that I start fending for myself, I know. She told me. But you see, my problem is…” Kait started to saunter over towards the couch.

“….she never would have come to that conclusion without you, Jeremy” He took a long swig out of the brown bottle.

“I’m really sorry you feel that way, Kait. But I can assure you-”

“Where is she Jeremy?” Kait allowed her voice to drop even deeper, almost demonic.

“I….told you. She’s at Phib’s. She’ll be home in a few hours” Kait looked into his eyes, his big hazel eyes that she’d had to hear about for weeks and weeks after he and Ali began seeing one another.

“I don’t think she is Jeremy. I think……” Kait began to walk to the other side of the couch, looking at her feet to create tension.

“…...I think that she isn’t anywhere” Jeremy put his bottle down and leaned in towards Kait as she sat down.

“Kait, I’m not trying to be a dick. So please don’t get upset, I just need to know. Are you using again?” Kait leaned back resting her spine against the arm of the couch

“What kind of a question is that, hmm? Why are you trying to avoid the conversation?” Jeremy pulled his right leg inward in a half pretzel style sitting arrangement

“Ali mentioned that you’d been….”

“ALI! EXACTLY. AND WHAT ELSE ABOUT ALI? HMMMM? DID SHE TELL YOU THAT BEFORE YOU CAME ALONG WE WERE GOING TO BE TOGETHER? DID SHE? DID SHE TELL YOU THAT FOR THE LAST 6 MONTHS BEFORE YOU TWO MET WE’D BEEN SHARING A BED? DID SHE TELL YOU THAT?” Kait’s whole body began to shake. She wasn’t planning on lashing out like this, this wasn’t a part of the plan.

“She said that you’d been going through something for awhile and she didn’t want to be your crutch anymore. She said that she needed….” Kait jumped to her feet, the sound of her boots stomping the wood floor gave her a rush of joy.

“I KNOW WHAT YOU DID JEREMY. I KNOW. I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE AND I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE PLANNING TO DO TO ME. I KNOW WHAT YOU DID. I KNOW!” Kait lunged toward him wrapping her long bony fingers around his throat.

“KAIT” his voice was strained as he attempted to get her off of him. He swung the bottle at her head, but it only cracked and hit the floor. His arms flailed about in confusion.

“YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME! EVERYTHING! I HAVE NOBODY, NOTHING! IT WAS ONLY ALISON! AND THEN YOU KILL HER! YOU FUCKING KILLED HER YOU FUCKING SHIT STAIN OF A MAN” Kait watched as his veins raised in his face, desperately trying to pump blood through his body. She wasn’t going to let it. She wasn’t going to allow him to live when all he did was take and take.

“Kait….pl….” His voice began to sound far away. Kait watched as his eyes rolled back into his head, and his purple face beat with the trapped blood. She loosened her fingers just a bit, and leaned in towards his mouth, and listened.

Nothing.

Not a breath, not a gurgle, not even the sound of his heart. Kait pressed her chest against his, and waited. When she felt nothing, she pressed her lips against his. He was warm, his lips tasted like cheap beer and cigarettes, but they sat lifeless beneath her own.

“I just wanted to see what the fuss was about” She whispered as she pulled away.

Kait’s phone started buzzing. She rolled her eyes and picked it up without looking to see who it was.

“Hello?”

“Kait? It’s Ali. I’m sorry it took me so long….I just needed some space. Jeremy said that you were coming over, so I’m assuming you’re there? I’ll be up in a minute I got off early.”

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Crossword

I have no real answers for you about what happened. I wish I did. All I really have is my diaries, and the knowledge that it did, in fact, happen. I remember very clearly, sitting in my living room drinking coffee. Or tea? No, no it must have been coffee. It doesn’t matter, I had a hot beverage and I was doing the crossword puzzle. It must have been Sunday if I was doing the crossword puzzle. Yes, Sunday. So I was drinking my coffee and doing my crossword puzzle, when I got a telephone call from my friend. Well, she wasn’t my friend. We knew each other from church, we were in the same Women’s group together. Anyway, she called to tell me that she was going out of town for a few days, and would I check in with her husband to make sure everything was alright. I remember telling her that I would be happy to, I didn’t even question why she would be asking ME. I gathered my crossword and my purse, I said goodbye to my cat, Glory. When I got there, her husband was mowing the lawn. Oh my goodness was he an attractive man. He had those big burly shoulders and a strong chiseled jaw. I know that it’s a sin to covet your neighbors house or husband, but I just couldn’t help myself. I walked right up to him, I’ve never been so bold. I told him that his wife had asked me to check on him while she was away, and oh my goodness he smiled and I just, I melted! He was just the dreamiest man I had ever seen. I admit I’d seen him in church a few times and allowed myself to leer. I had never REALLY had any sort of feelings like this for a man before. I maybe had a little crush on my teacher when I was a girl, but besides that. Oh he just made me feel….like a school girl! Anyway, That first day all we did was chat. We ate some lunch and, he told me all about how he and his wife were trying to have a baby. I don’t know why I told him, but I blurted out that I’d had a hysterectomy a few years prior. I remember that instead of being uncomfortable, he seemed almost delighted. He apologized to me that I’d never be able to bare children, but his eyes suggested that he was glad.

Anyways, I left that first day feeling more alive than I’d ever felt before! I knew it was wrong. I did. But, you see I couldn’t help myself! He was everything I could have ever wanted in a man. Oh I was always a God fearing woman, but that night, that night I could have sworn I felt the Holy Spirit speaking to me. I could have sworn the Lord was telling me that this man was my destiny. I was so excited to go back the next day. And the day after, and the day after that. Nothing happened at first. We just, chatted and did yard work together. I completely forgot as time went on that he was married. His wife had been gone for two weeks when it happened the first time.

I know that I shouldn’t tell you this. I mean, it’s not very Christian of me. I know that it’s not lady like to talk about things that should remain private between a man and a woman. But, all he did was push my hair behind my ear and, I couldn’t help myself! I kissed him! Oh and I should have felt so guilty but I didn’t. I felt so safe when he wrapped his big arms around me. I let him have me. I want to tell you that I hadn’t considered that we were committing one of the seven deadly sins, but I had. And to tell you the truth, I didn’t care! Oh he took me right there in the living room on that horrid green couch. Oh it was, indescribable! I had never been with anyone before. He was like an animal! He ripped my sweater off of me, he pawed at me and I loved every moment, when he was….well. I shouldn’t say. But I knew in that moment that he’d known what I’d known all along. WE were meant to be together. Not him and that dreadful woman.

Forgive me, she wasn’t dreadful. She was lovely. You should never speak ill of….Oh, I hadn’t mentioned that part yet. Well, after a few weeks together, I asked about his wife. I asked if he was going to leave her so that we could be together. I felt it was only right that he leave her and marry me. He couldn’t keep living this way, loving me and letting that woman think that there was something to come home to. He seemed resistant at first. I understood, he’d been with her for so long. It would be wrong to say that, we got lucky, but that’s just what happened! He noticed that she hadn’t called in awhile. She originally called once a day, then once a week, then it stopped altogether. He called her mother, he figured that he would be able to get a hold of her that way, but her mother had the most awful news.

While out to lunch with an old friend, she was struck by a vehicle. Poor Emmalina. OH! That was her name, Emmalina. He was sad at first, But I convinced him that everything happens for a reason.

I know, I know that you want me to skip to the part in question. I know, but you see, I need you to understand everything first. I need to explain why I was in the house in the first place.

I didn’t tell the church that I was living in sin with him. I was afraid that they wouldn’t understand. I sold my little house and me and my cat moved in with Gregory. The first year was absolute bliss. Oh, he would….well I suppose that’s not important.

We ran into problems about five years ago. We’d been together about ten years by then, and he started to change. He started calling me Emmie. Not all the time, just every now and then. Like it was a mistake, a slip of the tongue. I assumed it was because of stress. He’d recently lost his job at the Post office after all. But, When he started calling me Emmie, and not realizing his mistake, is when I got concerned. I took him to the Doctor, who said he was experiencing Early Onset Alzheimers. That the only thing to do was to just let it slide when he called me Emmie.

Well, he started saying….things. TERRIBLE things. Talking about how he never wanted children. How he hated me (of course thinking I’m Emmalina) for making him change everything about himself. I felt so awful for him. I didn’t know how to make him understand that she was gone, that horrible woman was gone for good, and that I was here now, that I’d make it all okay. Soon after that came the…...came…...I can’t even bring myself to say it. He stopped being my loving wonderful Greg, and started being very rough. Love making turned into a dangerous game. I know what you’re going to say, that I should have stopped being intimate with him. But, I couldn’t help myself. He was my Greg!

The night of “The Incident” he’d been sitting in the living room drinking one of those non alcoholic beers he loved so much. I was never sure why he loved the non alcoholic, but I bought them because he wanted them.

He had been pretty far gone by now. He’d stopped calling me by my name altogether. I had left the house for a short time just to get some dinner for the two of us. I ran into my friend Josie at the supermarket and she told me that she heard about…..

I’m sorry, you don’t care about church gossip.

When I came back…..when I …….when I came back he was in the cellar. I was never to go into the Cellar, that was his private place. He hadn’t been down there since he’d been diagnosed. I assumed that because he was not well I could go down there and help him. Maybe he was confused.

I….went down into the cellar and …..he’d….I’m sorry I need a moment.

He had covered an entire wall of photographs of Emmalina. It was almost like a shrine! He had things she’d left behind lined up along the floor and candles all around that had clearly been lit many times. I didn’t know what to do. I….I screamed. I couldn’t believe it! All these years he’d been with me, and had been pining for HER! That...THAT WOMAN! Well I startled him and we turned and ran towards the steps. He knocked me down off of the stairs and I hit my head on the way down. I suppose I was knocked out for a few hours. When I woke up I could hear the tv upstairs blasting. I regained my composure and made my way into the kitchen. I just couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe that he’d done this to me. After all these years. After all this time. He was always pining for her. SHE WAS DEAD! And he still longed for her. She couldn’t make him happy the way I could. I knew that. Imagine the only person YOU’VE ever loved being in love with someone else! Doesn’t feel so great now does it??

He came into the room and saw me sitting there. He called me Emmie, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to be sensitive to his condition. Not anymore. Not after what I’d seen. So I asked him how he could do this to us. And he….he attacked me. He attempted to take me by force. I say attempted because before he could finish the deed he became…..he became lucid. Probably for the first time in a year. He saw me and knew that I wasn’t her, he climbed off of me and….and went to get a beer! HA! I was even about to tell him who I was but it lasted less than five minutes.

I wanted to leave him that night you know. I wanted to abandon him and his cheating heart. You know, the Bible says that if you cheat in the mind you’ve already cheated in your heart. And that’s what he’d done to me. He’d cheated on me with a memory of a vile woman. A VILE woman. I had heard a rumor around church once when she was still alive that she was having all those miscarriages on purpose. It’s not my place to judge but she was so awful that I wouldn’t put it past her.

Needless to say I didn’t leave then. I didn’t leave him. I stayed for another six months while I got some affairs in order. I sold his house. I got him into a really nice assisted living home.

I know that this all sounds long winded. I know. I know that’s not what you asked for. I understand that you want to know what happened to the girl. I know, but you have to understand what happened before all that. Before I went to New York.

You see, now come in real close because this part is important, Emmalina wasn’t dead at all.

I KNOW! I was just as shocked when I discovered it! You see, I went to New York to visit my friend Eloise. And when I got there, OH you wouldn’t believe. Eloise’s daughter, Chloe who was about 22, she had a friend named Elisia, and ELISIA’S MOTHER Oh my goodness.

Now, Elisia’s mother’s name is Abigail, but I swear to the Lord in heaven it was Emmalina.

She wasn’t there, of course. We visited Chloe’s apartment and her friend Elisia had pictures of herself and her mother all over. Elisia lived there too.

WELL I swear. It was like looking into a crystal ball that woman was alive, I’m telling you SHE IS ALIVE

I’m telling you.

I know what you’re going to say. I know that you’re going to tell me that’s no excuse for what I did.

But I’m telling you, it was her. I’m telling you, I KNEW that woman was alive. And if she’s alive I have some things to say to her.

So yes

I snuck into Chloe’s apartment.

And yes, I went threw that girls things trying to find answers. But let me tell you, that woman. She deserves everything coming to her.

I KNOW that girl is a love child. I bet that’s why she left. I bet that she was having an affair on my poor Greggy and that’s why she left. Because she was pregnant with another man’s baby. I was going to prove it. And do you know what? I was going to take that little girl. I was going to steal her. Yes I was. That was the plan to steal that little…

I

I can’t….

Doctor? I’m very tired now. I’m exhausted. Can we talk to the police tomorrow? I don’t want to talk about it today.

How about tomorrow?

Tomorrow. Can you call my mother, Doctor? Ask her if she’s going to come and visit soon.

Doctor I didn’t mean to hurt Eloise’s girl. I only meant to take Elisia. But she wasn’t there Doctor. She was…away.

Doctor, I’m tired.

Can we talk to the police tomorrow?

Doctor?

 

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AEO (Paul)

Since the beginning of time, there have been people who claim to be in touch with the other side. Those who say that they have the remarkable ability to speak to the dead, to send messages back from beyond the grave. Unfortunately, many of these people are nothing but Con artists.

Paul was one of these people. It had started small, pulling tricks with slight of hand in high school and then again in college to create a crowd. But, then people started offering him money for his services. Paul, who grew up without a want for anything, liked the idea of a little pocket change. So, he continued on, taking the money of poor trusting grieving people. It wasn’t just a way to get cash, he became irresistible to women as well. Girls would fawn over him asking for him to tell their future, what kind of man they were supposed to marry, and what their dead friend from high school had to say about the boy they fought over Junior year. They ate it up.

All except, one girl. Paul had met her in an intro to Paranormal psychology course. He’d taken it just for fun, and again, to validate his long con. She wasn’t particularly beautiful, nothing about her physical appearance really stood her out from a crowd. But, she had something. Something about her made Paul feel, alive. She stood up in class to talk about her Grandmother’s passing. She’d claimed that her mother would see her Grandmother walking down the hall at night in her family home in Cork. There was nothing extraordinary about her story, except for the location. From the moment her lips parted and she began to speak, Paul knew: Agatha O’Donnell was his future.

They dated for 6 months. He’d really turned on the 100 watt smile for this one girl, but when she smiled back, he was putty in her hands. He never told her about his long Con. As far as she knew, he was just a guy born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Nothing more, nothing less.

When Paul finally got the nerve to propose, it was the 6 month mark to the day. He brought her to the place they’d gone on their very first date, a pond outside town. It was quiet and beautiful. Surrounded by trees with tiny pink flowers. Paul was armed with a picnic basket and his Great Grandmother’s engagement ring.

Agatha sat on the picnic blanket he’d laid out for them.

“What is all this?” She smiled and pushed one of her strawberry curls behind her ear.

“You’ll see” He said. Paul took some sparkling cider out of the basket, and poured them each a glass, crystal of course. He held it up high, and said, in an over confident tone

“Agatha Elizabeth O’Donnell, from the moment I saw you I knew you were different” Lie “I knew that you were more special than any other woman I’d ever met before” Slightly less of a lie “I knew that this day would come, and we’d be happy forever. Aggie, my darling, would you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Gartner?” Paul smiled proudly, opening up the ostentatious ring box with his free hand.

Aggie’s face changed. She went from smiling to a slow look of disappointment.

“I thought you just wanted to have lunch” Paul slouched down into himself

“What?”

“Paul…..Paul your family has certain...expectations.” She put her glass down on the blanket delicately.

“Expe-Expectations?”

“I want to be a Teacher. I don’t want to stay home all day with children being a socialite.” Paul felt all his blood rush to his face

“No, instead you’d rather spend all day at work with children.” Paul jumped to his feet and began to walk away, before abruptly turning around

“This is a good thing, Aggie. We can be really happy together.” Aggie let out a deep sigh, she looked out towards the pond.

“Oh Paul. I just, want an ordinary life. I want to be a Teacher. Live in a small house, maybe someday have children. The life of a socialite is not for me.”

“Well if, if you never wanted to marry me, what did you think we were doing?? I mean, I LOVE you Aggie! What did you think was going to happen?” Aggie looked down at her hands.

“I thought we were just...I mean it’s college”

Paul felt his blood boil. He had never been rejected like this before. He’d actually never been rejected before.

“You thought we were just having fun.” Paul looked into her soft brown eyes, and saw something he’d never seen before. Pity.

“Oh Paul. I can’t I just….”

“I can see the dead” He blurted it out as though it was an insult. As if the word “dead” was just another variation of the “c” word.

Aggie’s brow furrowed, then her eyes widened.

“YOU can...I’m sorry what?”

“I’m so sorry I never told you. I was afraid that you would be scared off.” Paul jumped up to his feet, as though balance would help the lie.

“That’s why I was in that class” He took a few steps toward her “That day that I approached you Aggie, it was because, your Grandmother, she came to me. She TOLD me that we were meant to be. You have to marry me Aggie. The Heavens ordained it”

“EXCUSE ME?” Aggie jumped to her feet. “You ask me to marry you, and then when I say no, you have the AUDACITY to use a very painful family death to CONVINCE ME TO- Like I’m some sort of….. I- Paul, I have to go” She picked up her sandals and turned to walk away.

“NO” Paul leapt over the picnic spread and grasped her forearm firmly in his hand

“I don’t think you understand Aggie. We should be together. I know it. I can feel it”

“Paul, let go of me” She spoke softly, with a quiver that implied she was unsure of his intentions

“NOT until you say that you’ll marry me! NOT until you agree. NO ONE SAYS NO TO ME AGGIE. DON’T YOU GET THAT??”

“LET GO OF ME!” Suddenly she began to flail. Her whole body went into deep convulsions. Her arms waved about like a ragdoll, her voice reached unearthly octaves. She began screaming with a pitch he’d never heard before.

“SOMEONE! ANYONE! HELP ME!”

Startled by her outburst, Paul let go of her arm. As he did, Aggie continued to flail, causing her body to crash to the ground. Her back hit the fenced in stones around the pond. Paul heard a loud CRACK, and watched as her body back-flipped into the pond. The last thing he saw was her eyes wide, her mouth agape and stunned.

Paul waited, watching for her to come back to the surface. For what felt like an eternity, Paul watched as the water went from a harsh ripple to an eerie stillness. He let out a sigh of relief, he had narrowly escaped rejection. Paul turned and walked back toward the car, as he reached for his keys….

“OH HOLY SHIT” the sudden wash of realization came over him. He turned back, going into a straight sprint towards the pond. His legs outstretched he felt his blood pumping through his veins. What had he done? Without thinking he jumped over the stone fencing and into the pond. Paul let his hands trace over the bottom of the pond until he felt what must have been hair. He pulled hard until her head came out of the water.

“AGGIE” he screamed forcing her body over the side of the pond

“SOMEBODY GET HELP! ANYBODY, HELP!” he frantically began chest compression's.

One, two, three check the mouth for obstructions. One two three listen for breathing.

“Please Aggie. Please. You can’t do this to me. You can’t die. Please Aggie” One two three, check for breathing. One two three make sure to clear the airway. One two three….

Paul saw a pair of shoes approach the other side of Agatha’s body. “Thank God! Call an ambulance! CALL THE POLICE! CALL ANYONE!” He continued compression's, the feet didn’t move. “What’s wrong with you?? CALL SOMEONE!” The shoes stood stoic. The being attached to them remaining silent. “What’s wrong with you??” This time, Paul looked up to see

Aggie.

Her hair was wet. Her left eye was blown out, protruding from the socket. Her body was twisted in such a way”…...” Paul looked down at the body on the ground, had he pulled up the wrong body?

He stared into the face of his would be fiance, lifeless on the ground. Then up at the face of his would be fiance, standing before him. Seemingly alive.

“Aggie?” Animated Aggie didn’t speak. She just tilted her head from side to side. One eye blinking back at him. Paul stood to his feet “Aggie” She opened her mouth to speak, but instead came a bubbling sound, like boiling water. Red bubbles began to form around her lips. Paul lifted his hand to touch her, but stopped himself.

“Oh God” He looked back down at Aggie on the ground. “Oh my….Oh my God” he backed up away from the pond “Oh” He turned and ran, full speed back towards his car. “This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.” He thought to himself as his whole body became engulfed with cold sweat. Paul fumbled for his keys, terrified to look over his shoulder….

Paul woke up in his dorm. He didn’t remember starting the car, or even driving to get there.

“Oh Jesus” he let out a sigh as he rubbed his hand over his face. “It must have been a dream.”

“Yo, dude. You get the ‘yes’?” Paul sat up to see his roommate standing in his socks and boxers with a guitar.

“No, but I will” Paul rolled out of bed. He must have gotten drunk last night, imagined the whole thing.

“Well man, let me know when you do” Paul looked out the window while pulling a fresh shirt over his head

in the center of the quad he saw something

“I mean, you came home last night in a craze man! I assumed that you either got the yes, or I don’t know….” His roommate’s voice seemed so far away

Paul leaned towards the window to get a closer look. He recognized the damp strawberry hair, the torso that arched as if the spine had been dissevered, the left eye protruding from the socket. Aggie’s body stood motionless in the quad, looking directly into is window.

“You know?” Paul rubbed his eyes

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Paul didn’t take his eyes off of her.

“I SAID, you kept saying ‘this can’t be happening this can’t be happening’ I just figured that she’d said yes and you realized the realness of it all. Ya know?” Suddenly, Aggie began to move towards the dormitory, slowly. So slowly he almost didn’t notice, her legs struggled with each step, as if her bones were fused together.

“I-I think I’m going to go home for the weekend. Get some...some air…” Paul turned from the window and reached under his bed for his suitcase.

“Yea dude, whatever you need to do. Maybe that’s what Aggs did.” Paul stopped and turned his head to look into his roommates eyes.

“What?”

“Yea! Nobody has seen her since yesterday man! I asked Sorra if she’d seen her after you got back, I wanted to know what was going on. But Sor said that she never came back to the apartment. I guess you both had the same idea”

“Jay, man, can you….take a look at this shit” Paul pointed out the window as Jay walked towards him, still holding his guitar.

“What man? The Drama club doing that flash Improv shit again?” Paul let his mouth fall open as he watched Aggie haphazardly make her way towards the dorm. “What am I looking at man?”

Paul took a deep breath.

“Nothing….nothing, man”

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