It was another boring day at the fair, but, today seemed a little off since there was an eclipse and it was too early in the year for one. I knew that today wasn't gonna be like a normal day here at the fair that's always so busy nonstop. Kids, teens. and adults were on the swing carousel having a good time laughing when out of nowhere there was a blood-curdling scream from the swings on the side you couldn't really see. There were some sounds and thuds of things hitting the ground hard with a crack. When I went to see what was going on I saw dead bodies of some of the people that were on the ride with their throats slit from ear to ear and their month stitched together. She smiled creepily at me and jumped down walking to me reaching out for my face feeling it as she cried blood with a smile. It was kinda creepy, to be honest, but sad at the same time. The police arrived a few minutes later and she disappeared without a trace. The police asked me questions about what happened and I told them everything dedicated but they just laughed and said it was my imagination and that I needed sleep. But the thing is if it was my imagination then could they explain all the dead bodies that were cut up. They escorted me home and said that I should forget what happened tonight then they left. Went to my room and grabbed one of my empty notebooks and started writing all that happened that day including the times of the events. When I finished writing everything I drew a picture of the women that I encountered down to the thinnest detail. The women was a brunette, wearing a dress that was kinda old yet modern so I guessed that she was a few years older than me when she died. She had eyes that could pierce someone's soul, her mouth was sewn showing that someone had did that to her to keep her from saying something and she had a few bruises that looked like it came from abuse. Remembering that lady made me sad since I didn't even know who she was or where she came from better yet what happened to her. I drifted off to sleep hoping to get answers to my questions one day and to find out and maybe help that women that spared my life. Days had passed since the incident completely and I decided to go back to the fair to find that women but on the way there I took a shortcut through the old abandoned carnival grounds. That's when I say her….she was sitting on the swing carousel roller coaster, so I pulled out my notebook and started writing what I observed that was in front of me. She moved and appeared on the ground sitting near the markings of wear a body was which there were outlines to show where it was and what position it overwhelmed. I decided to sit in front of her and ask a few questions recording the answers down in the notebook under the questions. I spent about 2 hours or more talking with her. What I had found out was that she was abused when she was alive by her brother and he was the one that sewed her mouth closed together so she had to learn sign language in order to communicate with others, which was how I learned her whole story. She died of a malfunction on the swing carousel back when it was open in the mid-1800s. When the chains of the swing had broken somehow when she was in the air she fell out since the ride tilted to the side and fell 100 feet over a metal gate that broke when she hit it. The gate had slit her throat from one side to the other, while another piece went through her neck completely. Now knowing how she died made me cringe some and made me feel a little overwhelmed to know how hard her life was and what all happened to her. Days had passed since our meeting with her with how I learned her story, I started to write a book dedicated all to her about her life and story. Her name was ...Alyssa Cassidy Grant. She died on her 25th birthday at the old fair grounds forty years ago. It's now been years since I last saw her. The book I had published about her was read by people all over the world and they felt bad for her and decided to make a beautiful grave for her with my drawings of her I had made there. Today marks her 56th birthday and I found her reading the book I had left there at her grave, she was smiling at me happy that her story was told to people all over the world. She signed me "I Thank you for releasing me from this world and telling my story to the people, I can finally rest in peace" to me with normal tears streaming down her face. She then started to vaporize into a bright white color and disappeared hugging the book smiling waving at me. Many years had passed from then and I now have a beautiful wife and kids with two named after her. They all know where they got their names from. They know her story, how she looks and where her grave is located. My oldest child my son name is Grant and my youngest my daughter he names is Alyssa. In total, I have four children that admire my work and take after men in my career of helping spirits be freed from this world by writing a book dedicated all to them of their story and life.