I ran away from him, just like I had every other point of danger I managed to cross. I was weak and tired, flushed and dying. No more was I carrying a gun or a bar, and my punches had proved to be worthless. The only item that had proven itself even slightly useful was the cross. It hurt him when he touched it, but it slung safely around my wrist. I felt as if I was being watched over, whether from the cross or not. I did know, one thing, though. There was no way the bracelet was going to save my life. I had to get away from him.

I ran but he did not pick up his pace at all. He walked quickly after me with the shovel, but never dared increase his pace in the slightess. He strongly believed he did not need to run after me, I would either fall or run out of breath and pass out, that's when he'd get me. I kept running, not daring to look back and knowingly see his cold eyes and his grin.

I was getting farther ahead of him, but I could still hear him behind me not too far away. I tried my hardest to quicken my run, but I was too exhausted. My legs were heavy and felt like rubber, and my eyes were itchy and felt dry. I had no taste in my mouth and my jaw hurt. Every bone in my body was hurting. Everything felt heavy and barely surviving under countless weight. My ankles stung each time my feet excelled me another step. Every step was worse. Each step pushed me towards my own death.

The beats and drags of his feet soon faded away. I was unsure of whether or not I lost him, or he was hiding nearby and waiting to sneak up on me.

There was a large wooden shed here, about in the same shape as the shack I had seen recently. It had an underground room outside just as the other had, except this one looked bigger. The doors were the same size, but there were no windows. I walked up to the doors.

I was going to unlock it with the key, but I stopped when I noticed a flap of paper shoved between the cracks of the door. I put my hand up near it. It was shaking terribly. I held it close to my chest and it stopped, but I noticed I was shaking slightly all over. I closed my eyes and relaxed for a second.

I reached back up and pulled the paper out. I opened it up. A letter I 'wrote' again.

This is the end. I am dying and he is coming after me. No... he is near. He is watching me. Waiting to see my next move, testing to see how smart I truly am. I cannot do this. I am going to die. He is going to kill me. The only thing I have left is this bracelet.

I will hold on to it forever, until my last seconds. I pray that I will find her and we can go on, peacefully and together.

Please get out Henry. Please let him find the way out, escape all of the horror of this awful place. Let him live, let one of us survive...

That was it. The last period looked to have dragged slightly. I stared at it and didn't move. I wrapped my freehand around my wrist that my bracelet circled.

I felt my body giving out on me. My knees shook and I fell on them. I let myself drop forward and collapse from exhaustion. I closed my eyes and let my breath out. I was so tired. Too tired to go on anymore.

Taylor

I watched her drop and faint. She layed down on her stomach for so long before I decided she wasn't getting back up. I wasn't sure if she had died yet, but whether or not she did, I hoped she wasn't cut badly anywhere from her episode.

I creeped out from the insensitive grass and rotting bark. I still held onto the rusty shovel, still I could feel the flakes on my fingers from blood. It was not the first time I had used it to kill one of my victims, and it would surely not be my last.

I walked over to her and looked at my shed. The lock had been messed with, which didn't surprise me since she was snooping around my other one. I bent over to her and grabbed her by the shoulders. I felt her warm skin and blood rushed quickly through her.

I hadn't felt that sweet touch in quite awhile. The fine touch of life, the warmth of blood. I usually wasn't the one who had to kill. The other two idiots could usually do it no problem, but they seemed to have a struggle with this one. Come to think of it, Henry was probally losing the two retards about know. Might as well bury them with Henry. They've proven pointless about know.

I reached into her coat pocket. Only a few things were cluttered in there. Two, actually. I pulled out a flashlight and my key. I wondered where the damned thing went. I switched the flashlight on and off with my thumb. I smirked and tossed it behind me. I reached back into her pocket, just in case I had missed something. All I pulled out was a couple of pointless notes. I even found the one I wrote when Janet was visiting me.

I crumpled up all of them together and tossed them behind me. That bitch and Lisa were getting on my nerves badly. Secretly slipping notes and my keys to Clara, I thought I had the two buried well.

I looked at her wrist. She had another note crushed in her fingers, but it was also the hand that held the wristlet. Janet's wristlet. She threw it at me when I attacked her. Ofcourse, I was alive then and I was unaffected by it. She said it would hurt the damned souls of this place.

Infuriatingly, it did. All of this was her fault. She said things shouldn't be buried here. The soil, the atomsphere, she said it was all filled with the unwanting presence of evil. She told me if I continued to allow the entombment of people here, I was working for the devil.

She was an immovable bitch. I had the police to even come and take her off my property, but what good that did. I was told she was placed in a mental institution, but she was back in my graveyard the next day.

I caught her throwing water all over the graves and wearing tons of crosses. She held them up and would scream words from some black book in her hands. I tore her down from the graves and threatened her. I warned her to leave, or I'd dispose of her soul myself.

She did not listen. She continued her doings, so I did what I promised to do. I disposed of her soul.

I never found the book, but Lisa did. The book wasn't a book of purity, it was a book of evil too. She told me of how she tried to say the words. Of how little Milo died, and of how Clara planned to burn the book.

I was a bit upset about that, knowing I could learn a lot from such a book. But my luck changed, when I found the black one that Janet was carrying laying around my graveyard.

The language confused me at first, but I found some old scripts in Silent Hill to help me out.

The book held an assortment of things. There were cures, potion mixtures, and lists of items that could help quicken the healing of a wound with a few simple words. But what the book held that caught my attention most, was the sections on death. Things that could happen with a simple word, things that could destroy the world.

I came to find that my graveyard was not damned, but it was headed down the line to almost being. I wanted it to be. I wanted to be immortal and rule my garden full of the dead on the planet. But how to get there?

First, to be immortal, I must poison myself and bury myself alive before I die. I must recite the same spell over and over, until my sight blackens and I pass away. Someone needed to stand above my grave, and say the spell as well. This means that man or woman is telling me to come back, and my spirit will return and repossess my body. I would dig myself out, and then I would be the immortal, or living dead as it would tell.

It said I could not be immortal until I filled my yard, my cemetary, with a thousand souls. The killings are not allowed to take place in the graveyard, or the soul won't count. I was unsure why, but I wasn't going to take any chances. I always did the killings in the forest next to the graveyard.

Once all the souls were there, I was to repeat the final words from the book. It would give me control and power over them, and I getting enough of it would be unstoppable.

When I finished reading it and knew what to do, I went into some of the neighboring towns and looked for the two most psychotic people I could find. When I returned with three, I told them what my plans were and what I wanted to do. The first two were idiots and agreed, the third one laughed at me. I killed him and one of the other men got me poison. I drank it while the two of them dug my grave.

They dug it right next to Janet. I wanted to move it, but I was running out of precious minutes. I dealt with it and they buried me in there. At the time, I was a little irritated in tight places. I repeated the words over and over with my eyes shut.

I then felt myself wake up. I had no taste and my body felt light and weightless. It was not nearly fragile however. I broke out of the coffin and dug myself out with ease. When I got out, I wanted to start on my graveyard immediatly. I killed both of my workers, one I beat to death and the other I shoved his head into the lake and drowned.

After awhile though, they proved to be quite useful and my job would be easier if I had them again. I found spells in my book that would bring them back, as the living dead like me. They returned, but their wounds did not heal. The first came back cut and bruised, the other had a tiny head.

But that stunt I pulled at bringing them back to life cursed the entire graveyard. Now, anyone or thing I killed was alive. However, most resisted me and did not come back from their graves. The only ones who did return as the living dead were the ones who sought revenge on me. The ones I had murdered, Janet, Lisa, the people on the list, and even the animals I had killed.

They all wanted to stop me. The proved to be quite strong and effective, but most of them stupid. The helped me get this far with Clara, by attacking her and weakening her. Most of them were mindless, just wanting to attack. All except, Lisa and Janet.

They had to be. Not once had I seen them myself and not once did I see them attack anyone. And Clara was mysteriously finding keys and notes, they were trying to let her find out. To save her and stop me.

But if it was one thing I learned, I could trap them here in my graveyard if they felt guilty. Guilty as if they killed someone. It gave me power over them, power to keep them here and 'grant' their wishes. That's why I chose Lisa. She felt guilty for her dog. And then Clara blamed herself. And then Henry came along.

It was all just getting better and better for me. I only needed Lisa and Clara, the final two before my graveyard hit one thousand. Henry was just a bonus.

I slid my arm under Clara's neck and my other under her knees. She moaned and I grinned and started to walk. The forest was awaiting me know. To finally complete my cemetary.

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