The stench of dried blood filled the air. As Detective Ghost and Detective Toast walked into the house, there was blood smeared on the walls and on the floor. As they walked, they herd a dripping sound. Upon entering the bathroom, they were met with a horrific sight. There was the victim, hung on the wall with 'Want To Know My Secret?' painted in blood. This was not the end of the murders - it had only just begun.

The rain fell down constantly like an endless bucket of water being poured down from the heavens. I looked up, my face was soaked. I shivered as another wave of ice hit me. I looked down at the puddles forming at my feet. I smiled as I walked into the house once more.

I look down as the girl shouts insults at me, I try not to show that I'm hurting inside. What else can i do? Suddenly I felt her fist hand on my face. I stumble backwards and blood trickles from my nose. She flips her hair and turns to leave.

The witch had pitch black eyes that reminded me of coal. Her hair was long and string-like. her hat was crumpled and it looked as if she never took it off. She held a long old fashioned broom which had only a few bristles left. I wanted to cry out in terror at the things on the wall. It looked like skulls and various organs. On the trees there were stick figures like the ones you would see from 'The Blair Witch Project'...

The forest that stood here now was eerie. I had once played in it when I was young with the other children. I look at it now and I would smile if I didn't know where the people went when they never came back... My house had stood near it before the fire, now what stood there was rubble and burnt pieces of memories that would be long forgotten.... And it was all its fault.... That thing that killed my brother....