Im a witness to a Murder 30 years ago (4/4)

content warning: self harm, abuse, murder and violence.

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the dorm wing stood upon the grounds of where the old football field was. the same football field where they found Vanessa body all those years ago. and its in that same exact spot I discovered why my mother killed Vanessa in cold blood, and why after all these years does it still afffect the town today.

my mother and father met because of the murder, my mom was a grieving friend looking for comfort in the arms of anyone who would dare to listen to her grieving. my father has always told me how hard it was on her. her best and only friend gone and taken from her. my mother even had her initials tattooed on her ankle as a remembrance. little did he know his wife of 20 years was the women who killed his first love.

After my vision of melody, Vanessa and Ralph was over. I followed the trail of dead earth and blackened sludge dragged by the bereaved. it let me to the dorms 3rd floor hallway. the contractors and repairmen tools left scattered on the ground and open for whoever felt like playing the thief. but it led the end of the hall turning right into the wall, there was nothing there... at least something you couldn't see. but what I saw was hundreds of little orbs floating around the wall. passing through like a school of fish scared of by a predator. there was something in there, so I grabbed hammer leaning the repairmen tool box and whacked away. I didn't care if I got caught, not when I was this close to a discovery, I dont know what I was truly looking for but I think I found it. Hidden in the wall was a shrine... a shrine to Vanessa, old photos worn down by time and melted wax dripped all across the floor and in the middle of the the room laid a dark circle, with a hair tie and a fucking bone..

whatever ritual this was.. I was getting out of there. I know for a fact never to mess with things you dont understand. just because I could see these things does not mean I have any idea on what the hell I was getting into. there is a time and a place for everything but never for touching demonic offerings. but I had a gut feeling. I think that bone was hers.

I think last night was the most powerful my abilities were, not only did I see things like the ghosts and orbs but the interactions between myself and the echoes were just that- interaction. they played like movies to my whim whenever I approached them. what happened to me when I hit my head. I dont have a justification but its changed my life and I will never ever view the world around me the same.

I had left the dorm to get some air. dammit I couldn't breath there anymore, ever since ive been interacting with these things im fucking freezing and I can't hardly breath. it took me a few hours to feel better. watching the stars at night genuinely helped. I felt the chill on the breeze and in knew something was coming but when I stood upon the front door steps to my dorm building, I felt the pain and sorrow and agony leech out into the air. it was painful, I grabbed my chest and collapsed onto the ground, I looked up to see melody, my own mother standing over me.

"I can't fucking believe you hobbs..." she spoke frantically. a carved dagger stuck out from her left hand, walking closer and closer as the wind picked up with heavy gusts. it was so cold outside. I looked beside me and I saw Vanessa posed in the same way I was on the ground. leaning against the steps to the dorm, but the steps turned metallic, like stands in a football stadium. her echo was physically bleeding into mine.

"g...get away from me..." Vanessa was barely able to squeak out a complete sentence. laying on the ground and attempting to crawl away, melody had grabbed onto her. plugging the small craved blade deep into her ribs. twisting the knife as she looked down at Vanessa.

"im so fucking sick and tired of you... everything you do is to get away from me... I know you more than you know anyone else. im your only friend here and im only goddamn reason you are worth anything....ralph doesnt even love you. he's only using you to get close to me" she held her head up by her hair.

Melody brandished the knife and finished her off, the blade soaked in the poor women's blood, dripping down her arm as it met her tongue. swallowing it with pride as she took the dagger and gashed her own palm. that's when I smelt it. the foul odor ive smelt many times before. it was the bereaved, slowly drudging through the grass.

"im sorry..... im so sorry" the bereaved spoke

it reaching out to grab the lifeless body of Vanessa that laid out on the ground. its fingers wrapping around her as a the area around us sucked in the air and exploded with compression. it sent me back a few feet. when I woke up. she was gone, the echo faded.. like the many times before the air was thick. the environment around me was lived in. fresh drops of blood puddled the steps infant of the dorm.

Call it jealously or lust or whatever it was, my mother had been the one to murder Vanessa hobbs that night of November 18th 1996. her sick fantasy of being the only one for her fueling this hate, this spite. I believe this was what happened originally, I believe that creature took her body somewhere and put it out for the world to find. laid out in the middle of the football field, whatever it did we might never know

my mother was always grieving, maybe she at some point realized what she had done. and maybe this was drove her to take her own life as well. I believe my mother has been punished for her misdeeds, and I believe she was sorry in the end. The last thing she ever said to me and my father before she drowned in the pool behind our house was that she was sorry, she was so.. so sorry...

End of part 4.