My name is Sarah Hitland, I was born in west Florida, raised by a single mom off Urban area and this is my story. Sorry I started my story from the middle, having lost my first love, my boyfriend Kevin Blair from a strange cause the police couldn't identify. I decided to stay unmarried for the rest of my life. The story I'm about to tell you is a true life story of what happened to me few decades ago, now a 65 years old woman, my hands and brain are kinda shaky and mudly to recount all that happened exactly.
My eyes widened in utmost shock as the mirror slowly returned back to normal, my startled expression left me as I heard the front door banged forcefully, knowing it's probably my mom escorting her guests out the front door. Seizing the opportunity, I rushed out my room, ran downstairs and marched in hurried steps towards my mother's bedroom, which is by the left side of the house off the basement.
I took a deep breath and gathered up my courage before I slowly turned the handle, praying and hoping to whatever I believe in that she didn't lock the door as usual.
Luckily for me the door was unlocked and I entered, this was the first time entering her room. Already prepared for the worst but to my utmost surprise, the room that I saw wasn't the room I expected to see, c'mon man you guys know how this things work, for a person whose answers was given to by a mirror.
I expected more like a pentagram or something drawn on the floor with lit candles on the edges and skulls everywhere, that you could barely pass through, voodoo dolls in each corner of the room but loo and behold, the room that laid before my eyes was a clean normal regular room painted in black and white, I was just about giving up and leaving having searched everywhere for clue when something cut my eyes.
There it was, a plain white envelope lay on the left side of the cupboard by the bed, I wouldn't have been about to see it, if the cupboard had been white, I walked to the other side of the bed and picked up the envelope, opened it and started to read.
it read this;
Mary, you know we're putting ourselves in great risk by keeping this girl, you and I knows what she is, she is dangerous and barely human, she ain't your child and you know it, so stop treating her like one, despite her being the last of her kind "The Shie tribe".
And Mary least I forget, don't let the poor child fall I love again, you know what happens if humans mate with her, their die Mary, their die, gush do you need me to spell it out for you woman. Let the Kevin Blair of a boy be the first and last. Remember to bring her here when she turns eighteen, let's help you eradicate this evil that walks amongst us. Burn after reading.
Yours Faithfully,
Stefan Lukes.
With my fingers trembling, I was about putting the envelope back where it belongs, when I heard my mother's voice ask, "how came you to be here", upon seeing me with the letter, she started to stutter, "listen Mary, it isn't what you think". I wasn't having it any longer, I rushed to her in a fit of rage grabbed her by the collar, pinned her against the wall, I was about asking her to starting talking when I noticed the red blood that dripped from the back of her head to the floor.
I guessed I must have pushed her hard cause immediately I loosened the grip on her collar, she slumped down dead. As hot tears streamed down from my eyes, I slowly knelt down beside my mother's lifeless body, covered my face with my hands in deep regret at the mess I had put myself into.
I was in this position, silently crying for awhile when an idea struck my head. I pulled myself together, got up and wiped my tears, putting on gloves, I walked towards the dead woman lying on the floor, I grabbed her hands and dragged her to the bathroom, putting her in the bathtub having positioned her head at the edge of the bathtub, I then smashed her head twice against it. Leaving her there, I rushed out of the room with the envelope and bloodied gloves in my hands I then tossed it in the fireplace, then repainted the spot blood trails was on with the white paint.
Now standing in the sitting room with luggages packed, ready to carry out my next plan, I stretched my hands out and grabbed the telephone on the wall, putting it to my ears, I then dialled "911" towards the end of the call, the cops demanded to know the name of the caller to which I replied, "Stefan Lukes".
Putting back the phone back in it's place, I then grabbed my luggages, marched towards the front door in hurried steps, opened the door and walked out to freedom.