Her Voice From The Grave

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d I vanished, five years

wasn't restin

ough the town, especially n

ned there, s

Michael, w

Jessica,

off the whispers, cal

was scared. I

"paranormal expe

, to quiet the fears

played the gr

she thought no one

hael, paint me as tr

t painting pic

th too much equipment, start

Michael'

, waved sm

didn't do much b

ovel hit so

x, rotted,

skeleton

stark white again

her-bound, soaked b

e went pale, a

d, a perfect

er Gabrie

face kind, his eyes

drew him, a deep

ox, then at Michae

tiny shift, like a

t to look at the jo

way, "Old tra

, his voice gentle

ael. Sometimes the p

ly, Micha

it carefully, the

. My han

my unseen presence he

of my love for Mic

den coldness, the c

poke of

sly words, her car

he wors

at abandoned fishing sh

mocking laughter. Her hir

ad, his ha

aw his fa

as always unstable, Michael,

nderson, they were there to

. Sarah was never right in the

ored her. Alway

stones, adding to th

the journal to Jes

oked

iel didn' t

journal, then at

held a de

nly for Michael and Jessica an

ibed Jessica' s p

Sarah. You'll di

ings too dark for me to

erment. Sca

be found, my m

egends of the bayou

entry, a secret I b

preg

el' s

led me, she kill

ew cold ar

or them to know, to feel

dge of hearing. Father

our pictures, suddenly glinted fro

cked