They say something awful happened in this valley a long time ago. That someone haunts the plain for reasons that have been long forgotten as time goes by. I won't deny that there's something creepy about this place, but the ghost thing is a little far-fetched. I don't believe in ghosts and fairies. Other kids my age do, so they think I'm some sort of super-hero who isn't afraid of anything. Not! I just don't believe in fairy tales.
Which is why I'm perfectly willing to spend an hour in Slain Valley at dusk. The other kids think I'm crazy. Honestly, the scariest thing in here is the fact that the sky looks red. Blood red. Well, the sun IS beginning to set. I start picking at a scab on my knee and that's when I hear it. A sharp and sickening crack as if someone's body had been thrown against a rock. I shoot up, heart pounding. I'm not alone, I realize. I begin looking around for the other occupants of the valley. All I see is a glint of rusted and cracked metal from the hill. I race over and begin pulling grass up. Five minutes into the hill and my hand catches onto something. I pull it out and scream in horror before dropping it. It appears I've stumbled upon the bodies everybody says are somewhere in the valley. Proof that this was once a battlefield.
The others come running, but I'm already lost in thought. I know I had heard something and it had led me to this hill of bones. Maybe there really is something haunting this valley. I scan the valley and am suddenly eager to leave. My stomach churns and I feel sick. After all, there does appear to be a body lying in a swamp of blood with it's head cracked open a few feet away from us. That would be enough to turn even the strongest of stomachs.