Hey, I’m just a lonely kid sitting in English class but I can’t get one girl off of my mind, a girl who died that I love. Loved? No Love she’s still here right next to me, she’s so beautiful with the soft glow that only I can now see. I’m gonna share how she died, we were in the woods on a date looking at the stars with my our best friend the famous third wheel, but, something wasn’t right.
Over the course of the night there were noises, and not the normal noises, i’m a hunter and nothing in those damned woods sound like that when i’m in my canopy. It was strange imagine a girl moaning but constant pitch and a low growl and that sound somehow permeated your very being. Every now and then that same sound would ring through our minds.
Finally I had enough, I drew my gun and went to check it out. Nothing was there but then there was a man in my canopy making out with my girlfriend I finally got close enough to them and… the man was me. I was too late, the fake me then tore her throat out.
I hear the noise again and my love is next to me just like I said, she wants to go into the woods and share a kiss. I’m gonna go, I missed her.
