The man she buried was back and knocking. 

*knock knock knock*

Hello? are you still with me? Look, there’s no way you could’ve known, okay? I’m not mad at you, just, say you’re sorry… that you take it back, you didn’t mean it… that always works for me. Just, don’t say I provoked you, that’s dirty. 

You know you won’t get away with it. You’re not smart enough sweetie. It’s not your fault. Blame your subpar education and so called protectors. Funny that they let this happen to you in the first place, isn’t it? I never would’ve let that happen to you. Let me out and I’ll make sure nothing ever happens to you again…

oh, did that sound ominous? I didn’t mean it to… it’s just. Come on honey let me out and everything will be fine. It was very Edgar Alan Poe of you I’ll give you that… you know your literature… but you forgot one key detail

*thump thump thump*

I’ll never really go away. You’ll never really get away from me. But you like it that way don’t you? Like to keep your pretty little eyes on me. Why is that? Do I remind you of something? Someone? Do I make you feel… things? Or are you really just that messed up?


…are you really planning to leave me here to die? Do you want that weighing on you? And never mind that, have you considered the smell… the maggots? Oh honey they’re going to be pouring out of your eyeballs there’ll be so many of them. 


What he doesn’t know, is it doesn’t matter how much he tries to torment her now. How much he tries to claw his way into the back of her brain, spinning tales of misfortune. None of it matters. She’s already gone. He couldn’t possibly have thought she’d stick around? There’s that damn knock again.