Intro~Hey my name is Samantha... But all my friends call me Sam.... Okay fine I prefer Sam over Samantha. Anyway Im thirteen years old tomorrow so happybirthdaytome.

Over all Im a pretty normal child, I don't have any friends, I believe in ghosts and demons, and I only have one parent since my dad left before I was born.... Yup a perfectly normal child!!!~Intro End

-Samantha Pov-

I walked home from school or hell as I like to call it. I passed by my favorite dinner and park before finally getting to my house. I walked up the driveway and into my house, it was weird, it was silent and dark. Instantly I realized what was wrong so I flipped on the lights, my house was completely trashed. I started to panic so I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and when to search for my mother. I searched all of the house but her bedroom.

I swallow the lump in my throat and slowly opened the door. What I saw first shocked me, there was blood on my moms white carpet, I went into her bathroom and saw her limp body covered in blood on the cold bathroom ground. I felt my eyes start to water as I looked at the only person I loved dead on the bathroom floor. I cried out for a few minutes before I notice a note on her bedside table. I grab it and read it.

_Note_
Dear Samantha.
If you found this then you will know that I am either missing or dead. Im so sorry if you found my body but I need you to listen closely. Everything you believe is real IS real. I need you to take this note and the things I have in my chest under my bed, I need you to go find your father. Im so sorry my baby, just know your mother loves you more then you will ever know and ill be watching over you.
Love
Mommy~
_End_

I sniffle and wipe away the last if my tears before folding the note up then putting it in my hoodie pocket. I use all of my strength to move my moms bed to see NO chest under it. I groan, "Those theirs must have taken it... DAMN IT!!!" I yell and throw the knife I had in my hand at the floor under where my moms bed was previously, only to have it go through the ground and hit something wooden. I tilt my head as I walk over to the knife and pull it out of the ground. I jump on the space I had thrown the knife and the ground was hollow, so hollow it broke reveling a old wooden box.

I grab the box and open it to see a dagger, a paper with a phone number and a picture of two men standing together. One was taller and had long hair while the other was a little shorter and had short spiky hair. I put everything back into the box and took it upstairs to my room.

I grabbed my Army backpack that my mom bought me for an early birthday present, I pack it full of stuff I would need. Stuff like clothes, a picture of me and my mom, my phone and earbuds, a old stuffed animal that I loved, the box, and a few granola bars. I slipped on my shoes and went out the door, I went to the dinner to find out it was closed. I sat outside the dinner around the back, I sat with my knees to my chest next to a dumpster that smelt badly, I sat there for a few minutes wondering what my next move was and if I was gonna be able to find my father...

To be continued...

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