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Introduction

The soft sound of rain played in the background, hitting the windows as I sat in front of my vanity mirror brushing my long light brown hair.

"Carmen darling, are you ready to go yet?" said my foster father.

"I will be in just a second, just give me a few more minutes please?"

My foster father nodded his head and stepped back out of my bedroom.

My name is Carmen Renee Smith. My story began on the morning of March 23, 1980. I was a thirteen year old girl who lived in what I thought to be happiness. My parents had died when I was born and I was adopted by a man named Paul Bearer. He took me to this town called Summerville where I soon grew up to become a pretty young lady. I was smart too, constantly bringing home straight A's on my report card, getting rewards for good attendance, and I made lots of friends.

All of my friends were special to me, but none were as special as the two boys I met when I went to Paul's job with him one day. Up until then I had no idea that Paul worked as an embalmer at the local funeral home. I was creeped out at first, but then some woman with long black hair and a creepy smile put me in a room with the two boys.

"Oh great just what we need…the future prom queen," said the older of the two boys. He had long reddish brown hair that was pulled back into a low ponytail and piecing green eyes. He was leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest.

"Awe leave her alone Mark, she's cool." Said the younger brother. He looked a lot like his brother only his hair was dark brown and he had bluish green eyes.

Mark shrugged, "whatever…I bet she doesn't even know our names as popular she is."

I smiled, "Well obviously your name is Mark."

He rolled his eyes and then turned to stare out the window. I then turned my attention to his younger brother. I tried to think of what his name was and came up with the answer once I remembered that he was in my class.

"Your name is Glenn,"

His eyes widened as a smile crept across his face, "So you do notice me after all!"

I smiled, "Well of course, you guys go to my school."

Glenn nodded, "Yep, now what are you doing here if you don't mind me asking."

I sat down in a chair next to Glenn, "Well do you guys know Paul?"

Mark looked back at me with a look of utter dislike, "Yea we know him why?"

"He's my foster father. He adopted me when I was a baby,"

Mark glared at Glenn who glared back at him. "That must suck then…"

"Why? He treats me like a little princess." I said as I rolled my eyes.

"Isn't that what you are?" Glenn asked.

I looked at him a little confused, "What do you mean?"

"Oh please you know exactly what we mean…"

"I'm not that type of girl honestly. I have done some pretty destructive things for a girl."

Mark lifted an eyebrow, "Tell me…"

The three of us had talked for hours about fun yet dangerous things we had done while growing up. I even learned that Mark actually lived here in the funeral home. Glenn was sort of like his brother but they weren't really related. The woman that had showed me to this room was Mark's mother. Apparently Glenn's mother left him on the doorstep of the funeral home when Mark was three. I felt really bad for him, but Mark being the tough older one, told him to suck it up.

I soon became a frequent visitor at the funeral home. I would go home and do my homework and then make my way over to the funeral home to visit them. Things seemed very awesome between us…until one tragic day.

I had gone to the funeral home to visit them one Friday afternoon. Paul didn't have to come to work until later so I went ahead without him. The place was kind of quiet when I got there which was very odd even though it was a funeral home. I went to the boys' room but there wasn't anyone in there. I looked all around until I heard voices coming from the basement. I couldn't completely make out what was being said, but before I knew it…there was an explosion. My little body was sent flying out of a window and I struck the cement driveway. I was falling unconscious, but not before hearing a voice saying…"What have you done? What have you done?"

I woke up in the hospital to the sound of Paul's voice. He embraced me tightly and asked me if I was alright.

"I'm ok I guess…what happened?"

He looked back at a police officer who stepped forward and explained to me that Glenn's mother had been killed in the fire.

"What about Mark and Glenn? Are they alright?"

He looked away from me for a second and then answered, "No I'm afraid not. They are both dead Carmen. I'm sorry."

I looked at Paul and immediately starting crying. I couldn't believe it. I had just lost my two best friends in the entire world. I ended up crying myself to sleep that night. When Paul left the hospital I was given some pills to help me sleep through the night. Before I went to sleep however, I turned on the TV to hear the news. The story about the funeral home was the first thing that popped up. The only weird thing is…the news reporter had said that Mark and Glenn's bodies were never found…