The next morning seemed normal. I didn't have any strange dreams, and it seemed as though I was forgetting already.
I went downstairs to find my mother reading the newspaper.
Suddenly, she threw it down and ran upstairs.
I looked at the paper.
"TWO TEENS BRUTALLY MURDERED"
FOUND BY NEIGHBOR...
BLOOD EVERYWHERE...
WRITINGS ON THE WALL...
'HE'S COMING FOR YOU'...
'BETTER LOCK YOUR DOOR'...
I went upstairs into my mother's room. She was throwing clothes everywhere and packing.
"It's happening again. We're going. Pack your clothes."
"Going? Going where?"
"Springwood. We have to know."
Springwood? Where is that? She wasn't making any sense, but for some reason I decided to listen.
Fifteen minutes later we were ready to go.
"Promise me that whatever happens, and whatever you hear that you won't go after him."
"After who?"
"Just promise. He's coming back. The past is coming back. It isn't staying buried. Do you understand? Do you promise?"
I didn't understand, but I decided to humor her. That's what you do for the insane, right?
"I promise."
My mother was starting to scare me. Maybe she's hiding something?