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Chapter 12

I heard a blood-curling scream behind me.

Elodie. It's Elodie. The hoaxer.

She wearing a baggy lavender shirt and blue shorts. She falls to the ground upon seeing me with the piece of wood. "Jaxtyn..", she murmurs. Then she weeps. She walks close to me and weeps, her tears falling into the pit. She acted so pristine when she came to my house to 'visit'. But now I understand, she felt Hailey's presence.

She knows the ghost in my room.

I muster up the courage to ask a question.

"Who's Jaxtyn?"

"My friend. He went missing"

Liar.

I can see the lie through her fake act. Jaxtyn is probably her boyfriend. Suddenly. Everything started coming together. Elodie was cheating on Hailey before her death. After she died, the guilt of cheating started hanging on her. It got so bad that she pretends to be who she's not.

The guilt made her see Hailey.

But, I don't see how Ally comes into this picture.

Elodie is still weeping and my eyes fall on the blood-stained shovel. I grab the torch outside. There might be more secrets underneath .I grab the shovel and commence digging. After a minute of pulling up dirt and stones, I start using less energy, slowly giving up. Maybe, my little conclusion doesn't fit after all. While considering dropping my shovel, I hit something hard.

Jackpot.

I use my hand to grab it. It's spherical and hairy at the top. A 'what if' questions hits me and I try shaking it off but it could be real .It could be true. It would open up another chapter in my crazy life. I could make Elodie drop dead with shock. What if, what if--

I'm holding a human head?

I drag it and my ideas come to life. The shoulders pop out of the dirt and I'm surprised at how I'm not screaming. I pull out all 6 and a half feet of the corpse. I push it up the shallow pit and climb out. I throw up in the same pit. The corpse is beyond blood curling and spine-freezing.

It's a dead boy. Not much older than me.

The eyes of the corpse are white and there's blood. Oh so much blood. There's dried blood and dirt on his face ,he's wearing a white shirt that is stained with dirt, saliva and blood. His intestines are peeking out of the huge scar on his abdomen. His cuts are open and disgusting. He's bare foot and his Morton's toe is gone. Every scar and bruise looked so realistic, like he hadn't been murdered not so long ago.

They looked fresh.

His trousers are torn and there's blood on his lips. Every bone looked broken, every muscle looked worn out. It seemed like he had been fighting for his life. His shirt has a huge tear on it, I can barely see the tattoo on his chest. I tear open his shirt to get a better look. I realize that I've been crying. I didn't even notice it. But now I can taste my tears, my hands are stained with dirt and blood. My weeps are turning to sobs.

Jaxtyn.

His tattoo read 'Jaxtyn'.

I found him.