My daughter, Felicity was supposed to have a twin sister named Fiona. She always had Fiona as an imaginary friend until she was sixteen and I heard her screaming at Fiona to leave her alone. One day when she was in the bathroom, I heard her screaming for help. The door was locked, so I couldn't get in. Finally I picked the lock to find Felicity on the floor with her throat slit open. The bloody knife was sitting in the sink and written on the mirror in blood was: Felicity was going to get rid of me but I got rid of her first. -Fiona
