My Murder Story

story of the millionaire murderer

Shayana Fremp stared into the woods behind her house from her bedroom window. The fear had always been part of her. Closing in and stopping her from achiving anything. She had survived. The terror could be finally over. But it wasn't.
It all started three years ago. She had been a happy, pretty 16 year old girl. A cheerleader. The typical victim of horror story. But this wasn't just a story, it was her life.
Shayana grew up in the estate Millions, it was home of the riches people in northern California. It was where the murders started. The wispering of the wind. The bloody trail leading from house to house. Shayana lost her boyfriend, her family, her life, and her identity. And now its started again.

I woke up to my bare walls, I refused to have any sort of reminder of my previous life. i had moved in with my aunt Ava and uncle Don in south Flordia. There were no mirrors in the house but I knew i was ugly. I could feel the scars on my back, and the slash across my face. My hair was still burnt almost completely away and my teeth had been knocked out.
As part of the Witness Protection Program my old name, Lilly David has been changed to Shayana Fremp. I could not go outside for fear of being recognized as the girl that survived the Millionaires Murder. And it was because of the one thing that haunted me. Eric Potone had escaped. He had killed my family. I turned him in and now hes after me.
I jump when i hear a noise in the dark, or when i see something move in the night. I know hes out there and all started with the Note.

DeAr ShaYanA-
oR Should I sAy liLlY. tHatS right iM bAcK. I kNow WherE u r. YoU Cant rUN.
-U Know Who

i didnt tell anyone i was sent into mental shock. My nightmares came true at 3:18 am july 2, 2009.
I was in my room watching a movie when i heard a crash. I froze. My aunt and uncle were never up this late. Then i heard a thump, a thud, and a guy swear. i jumped up and ran into my closet. Sure enough my bedroom door opened. In walked Eric, his cold eyes were gray as they searched my room. In his hand he clutched a dripping knife. blood. he walked towards the closet. I sucked in my stomach and grabbed the bat i had in my closet for saftey. I accidenaly stubbed my toe in the dark. He heard the noise and ran to the closet. He opened the door and before thinking i swung the bat at his head. Then i passed out.
Turns out it wasn't Eric. i had killed my own Uncle. They say i imagined the whole thing. there are no notes. Eric is still in prison. And my Uncle is dead. I dont beleive them. They're all liars and I'm the one everyone thinks is insane. I'm stuck in a mental hospital. They say im still in shock. I shouldn't be trusted to leave. It was a mistake. It was a mistake because if I'm going to escape I need to kill them all. Again.