I opened my eyes. There she was. Dead. A dead girl. Dead teenage girl. A, literal, dead ringer for my younger sister. Her eyes were just inches from mine, still wet, but gone. I could smell her breath.
“I need you to chain me up,” Sonya said. I laughed. “It’s not funny.”
“You remind me of her,” Susan whispered from behind me.
You don’t belong here.
The single candle looked to still be lit in that room. I thought I could see the shadow of someone standing in there next to it.
“What you will see on this video tape is either a spirit or the work of a demon…”
It was a crime of convenience. Actually, it wasn’t even a crime because I didn’t pull the trigger. Becca pulled the trigger on herself.
Tarah went and did something beyond crazy. Something I thought even she wasn’t capable of.
I would ease closer to her once we got out onto one of the long, dark highways she was going to have to take to get out of town. That is when my work would really begin.
Sometimes it’s best to let secrets lie if they work in your favor.