It's been years. Nobody solved the crime I did. I've been very sure that nobody ever will. Then that overly curious girl showed up. What is it with curiosity these days? Why can't women go back to the way they used to be, easy to manipulate. Or maybe that was just the good old days.
I know one thing she will not come up to the attic. That is the one place Willow shall not take her. I refuse to allow it. She is my victim. Her father just got in the way is all. She was the one that I wanted. Of course I didn't intend to kill her so I trapped her spirit here. This is where she's been dormant for a very long time. This is the house we've been in together. As it should've been back then. Had her father not gotten in the way.
Either way, if that girl gets to close she will find a nasty surprise laying in wait. This is my game. I make the rules. I don't play fair. It's just way more interesting that way. Don't you think?
