This story has a few things I have to adress, One, this story is about an oc some might not be familiar with, my oc Mia, who isnt part of my main ocs story, Two, this was inspired by a quote in the creepypasta game play series, Petscop, and Three, TW for light mentions of murder

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Mia was going through her attic, her dad being at a meeting and her mom at her grandma's house, she was left with the chore of cleaning the attic up.

While cleaning, she bumped into a table, knocking her back onto the wall, she winced, then saw a paper fall down from the shelf above her.

"Hm? We dont get mail much...Whys this here...?"

She took the paper and read it outloud.

"You must have guessed, but I was looking through your things.
I found that old picture of you from 1977, standing in front of an old windmill with your friend.
You went there, and it was a bad idea.

Your friend and the windmill both disappeared into thin air.

Her sister was holding the camara. You married her sister, and years later, your friend was reborn as your daughter.

Your friend never returned with you, and the windmill was gone, I went to see it myself.

Where is it?

What did you do? "

Mia dropped the letter, thinking over what she had read.

"wha...was this talking about dad...?"

She looked around the attic, then found an envelope. She folded the paper into thirds and put it into the envelope. Knowing the paper fit, she looked at the return address.

"...Samuel Jennings....Uncle Sam..?"

Then she realized something. She had heard about some accusations before.

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"You're a fucking monster. How'd you do it? How'd you kill her? What did you gain?"

"I have no clue what you're talking about Sam"

"Oh you know exactly what im talking about. You killed Leyah's sister. She knew about your fucked up beliefs and plans."

Mia was standing in the doorway, seeing her uncle and father fight. She barely understood what any of it ment, but she knew it was bad.

"I would never kill my wifes sister. We all know how Maya died."

"Yeah, a 'hit and run'. yeah right. How do you feel about Mia?"

"What does Mia have to do with anything?"

"She looks almost identical to Maya. Even their names are similar. Do you feel guilt when you look at her? Even a hint of regret?"

"....You're insane Sam"

Mia left the room, hearing yelling behind her.

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"Uncle Sam was right..."

Mia's breathing got heavier, her eyes widened.

"Dad killed aunt Maya....she...she dint die in the hit and run...why?..."

She put the letter back and walked down the stairs, seeing her mother walk in.

"Hi Mia! Sorry I got home late, your Grandma needed help with her lights and-"

She cut her off, her expression blank.

"Mom, we need to talk."