Dear Mrs. Obeula i am writing to youto in form you of how sorry i am that you were forced into this story. You were a character i never meant to add. Logans behavior became out of control a few years back. Im sure you noticed him out in the woods having conversations with people who werent there. I can assure you he is a good kid. However his friends that he has been dealing with are not. Your grand daughter lucy was an excellent advasary and im so proud that she acomplished what she did. You were part of a healing process. For when souls are trapped between this world and the next i am given permission to test them and see if they earn the right to return. She succeded. It may be difficult to grasp that your little Lu has come back. Do not be afraid i am sent from a place of peace.
She looked up from the parchment in her hand and starred out her boudoir window. She felt a cool breeze drifting through and swoop beneath the fabric of her dress cooling her calves and fluttering through her hair as she sighed and smiled a little. She had heard of Manzana(Mason). Though Only in legends. A character from a far off place... a world much like our own but he managed to fix the whole damn thing. She longed to go to that place exist as what she truly was. She ascended from her bedroom and down the stairs. "My Lu." She cooed as she got closer to her granddaughter. The other two with her seemingly ghosts... it was halloween after all the spirits of the dead could walk among the earth freely on this day. However these poor children did not know, nor would she be the one to tell them.
Camille stood still for a moment staring at the audience before her. The boy in the chair srtill staring wide eyed at absolutly nothing. Then a memory came to her. She remembered the water, the plants... Mason. She had remembered being attacked by the man... She then asked herself why she had never left that room. Why she thought she did... why she imagined leaving to that beautiful place with mason. He appeared next to her. "Camille." She looked at him. "My little witch..." He smiled. Placing a palm on her jaw. "Im so sorry." A true memory filled her head.
"What are you doing?" She walked into the room where her mnothers body lied. "She needs to go camille... you cant keep her here she is gone." He spoke so lifelessly. "You scientists... there is no love in your heart." Camille told him. He sighed tossing the tulips in the trash. "I have my brain... that is all i need." She walked over to him. Resting a hand on his shoulder he looked at her with hatred in his eyes. "Dad told me what you did." He grabbed her arm and gripped it. "Ow... Logan stop your hurting me." He jerked her onto the bed. He held her face over her mothers body forcing them to look each other in the eyes. Her dead spheres gleaming back at her. "She is dead Camille!"
Lucy knocked again harder this time. "Come on open up!" She cried. The wind outside circling around her. Halloween day and she is here doing this. She tightened the hair tie around the tail of her Metalica t-shirt, then diging her nails into the wood work of the house she climbed. As she climbed placing one foot in front of the other she looked up to see the first window. It was the enterance to Camilles room. She doubled over and fell into the mess of clothes. looking around and the pink and purple haze she smiled. Herbs and spices everywhere as well as candles. She admired camilles capabilities.
"Logan please!" She begged as he pulled her hair back. He stared her in the eyes as he yanked his mothers IV from her arm and twirled it around his sisters neck. "You never cared! why should i!" His pupils had taken over all the whites in his eyes. She screamed. Lucy, hearing the shreik barreled down the corridor and into the kitchen. She pulled open a door and came face to face with the man. "What?" She whispered.
The room faded Camille looked up at the ceiling and made a few more small crying sounds as she collapsed onto the ground. Logan stopped smiling and sank to his knees cradleing her to his body. "Ghosts arent real... ghosts arent real." He kept whispering. "Ghosts arent real." Then at last Camilles vision surfaced back onto the face of mason.
He slid his hand away from her face. Then turned and began walking towords the exit. She did not stop him she merely gasped and crashed to her knees the name on the very first seat on the left hand side spelling out her name: Camille. She shuddered harshly. Then gathering her thoughs she knew what she had to do.
Lucy awoke on her grandmothers couch. She looked around, the fire place blazing and her two friends together on a love seat chatting. Ther shared so much about themselves. Lucy began to wonder a lot of things most of which she wasnt going to wrap her head around but she jumped up grabbing her friends and pulling them out the door. "The last thing we need to do is allow a killer into my obeuilas home." the three of them sped off through the trees and came face to face with a roaring fire surrounding a vehicle. They saw four teenagers gathering around the fire staring into it. Spencer looked up at them. "The snow scarred the shit out of me." He spoke like he knew them. Jo walked over to him. "Spencer?" She asked. "Jo..." He back away from her. "You..." His little sister finished the statement for him. "You were in the paper... all of you had died." She adjusted the pink headband on her forhead. Freddy eyed Logan a little harshly. "They claimed that Logan killed them all. Having found a little girls body in the basement with all of her organs taken out." He told them anxiously.
Jo and Spencer had been in theatre together but he and his sister didnt move here until after Logan had switched over to his biology course. Samantha had always known the shays for she used to live in seattle with them. Freddy and samantha got close when she moved across the country first and met him at an intense club the first week she got there. He had the knowledge of places to be when it was time to escape. "Whats the plan?" Jo turned to Lucy. She smiled. "Find Mason... find peace."