Date: 5/8/2018
By Shade
Flashback to a murder of a little girl and a grown woman. It's a snowy night. A dad stands outside an old house and graveyard, his daughter with him. He's playing some sort of word game, trying to trick her into saying the house is haunted. The little girl is not having it, and won't be tricked. The father smiles at her. He knows what will happen, but is enjoying the moment nonetheless. A woman watches from the darkness behind a graveyard tree. She wears pajama pants, boots, and a parka. The dad says he's going to take a look inside the house to make sure it's not haunted. He walks toward the house and the girl follows. He stops at an open grave, and unfolds a knife. As the woman watches on, she knows what will happen, but does nothing. She doesn't try to stop it. The dad, crying and screaming out in sadness and rage, stabs the little girl and throws her into the grave. He sees the woman, and she tries to run, but the dad catches her and does the same thing, throwing the woman on top of the little girl. He cries out, and tries to cover them in snow, but it's useless, and the ground is too frozen to fill the grave. His yelling wakes me up, and I run out onto my deck. It's daytime now. He hops in an old hatchback, and drives off. I get in my own car, and spin it around to follow, but it's not menuverable enough to chase. I get on my motorcycle, and get stopped by a traffic jam of two busses at a T in the road. He went left, but when I finally make it past the busses, he's gone.