By the time I arrived at the church Sarah was nowhere to be seen. I figured she was probably out getting water or something, because Sarah seemed to know at every single time where the spirit was and what it was doing. My mind thought deep as I placed my stuff on a pew and walked up to the church stand where Sarah was earlier. As I walked I kept on thinking.

I wonder how Sarah knows things. Like, for instance, the spirit. How does she know where the spirit is and what it's prone to? How does she walk casually in the open and not sprint, and most important, how in the world can she smile so much in such a depressing state? It's almost as if she's hiding something... I swear. Cassie said that I was the last survivor, but was she lying or telling the truth? Yet, would Cassie lie about anything these days? Most importantly, Would Cassie lie on the last breaths of her life? Who's to say we're all-SHUT UP! NO PARANOIA!

By the time I reached Sarah's spot I noticed something. It's white, glittering glow stood directly beneath my feet. It was clearly ripped up and hated, because it sat there in a depressed state and showed no interest in changing its appearance. Upon noticing it I squatted down and stared at it closer to see writing scribbled in the mass-crumpled pieces of paper. The blue ink was slightly smeared as I unwrinkled a piece and read.

For you reading this now, it is me. I wrote something earlier at the hut outside of the Gap but never got to finish it because I was killed, as you can tell. As I was saying, Spherot is posse-

The paper ended there. I picked up the pieces in a panic and ran to the pew, my heart racing. Suddenly everything made sense. Everything about Sarah and the spirit made perfect sense. But I had to keep reading. Spreading the pieces out, I formed the paper back together and read it in a quick, cautious matter.

-Spherot is possessed. The whole town is possessed by the spirit of the burnt down house. That spirit worked quickly and quietly to avenge Emily-but they were short lived by an even bigger threat... A threat that I cannot mention right now. They're out right now, ending the lives of people like me. There's only a few remaining right now... and truthfully, I don't know how they can live through all of the suffering that occurs with murder. It's not like I know exactly what it feels like... But really? Who could live with the idea that they've killed a whole town? That girl who's doing it... Man, if she reads this, she better understand that all of us dead people can't understand and never will understand why she's doing this. But she must have a good reason, right? To murder a whole town out of the blue? If she is reading this, here's a fabulous question: What will you do after the deed is done? How will you feel? Most importantly, will you feel guilty? I surely would. Imagine how happy this place would be without her and her insane deeds... Oh, am I ranting? So sorry. Anyway, the spirit's name- is she around? -is Sarah. When she kills someone she says to call her 14... But I don't. I call her a demon, because that's what she is and how she acts. She's not a demon child, unlike some people... But she is a demon. Before Emily's murder, the ghost of the burnt down house tried to see the fight that was raging between Cassalina and Emily. In response, they shoved this girl named 'Vern' who ended up tripping and killing the one they loved dearly. In frustration, that spirit attempted to kill Sarah... But Sarah, as demonic as she is, killed off the ghost with this chant... Man, if I can remember it, I can write it down so the survivors can kill off Sarah! That's all that really happened. If only I had more information... Are you still reading this, Sarah? If so, do you feel guilty yet? Do you- oh, she's coming. Gotta go. I'll meet you in another note...

Time freezes for a split second as everything in the note dawns on me completely. I soak it up like a sponge, repeating every single word on the piece of paper one more time in my head. Sarah... Is the spirit...

Sarah...
Is the spirit...

Sarah killed us all...

I looked up sharply to see Sarah entering the door, staring at a piece of... Something, if anything. My heart skipped every few beats as I watched her close the door to the church and stare out of the glass. Crap! I thought in a drastic matter as I brushed the note's pieces onto the floor and shoved them under the pew. Hopefully she didn't see that... Or ever will see that! Quickly I rushed under the pew, cradling the note.

...all but me.

I could hear Sarah's footsteps approaching closer after she turned around, and I could sense her sly eyes scanning the room for me.

She's been playing me...

My heart, pounding heavily, slammed into the ground as I clenched my fists.

She's been waiting for the right moment...

My eyes wandered in fear to her, and my mind screamed in terror as she bended over to where the note once was. She rubbed her hand across the spot in a panic and shot around, her eyes piercing every inch of the room.
And she knows... I thought,

She knows now that I know.