Day 205

She'd been missing for so long.
You almost gave up entirely but then... but then you found her.

The Police didn't believe you.
Who would though.
You can't exactly say to someone "I saw my little sister floating about 8 feet in the air."
Even if it was true.

She looked so angry.
You thought dead people were supposed to be at peace but lo and behold she was
clutching her severed legs with a glare so fierce you can still see it when you close
your eyes.

She was wearing the same clothes she'd worn the day she went missing.
The Police refused to believe you so you went to dig up the area instead.

She'd moved since you last saw her.
She was on the ground now.
Still floating, still holding her legs and still so angry.

She dropped her legs and faded to a faint outline.
This must be where she is.
As you approached her legs they too vanished.

You began to dig.
By dawn you were elbow deep in a hole.
You hadn't stopped all night, you had to find her.

And you did.
Well, you found her legs, torn and partially decayed but they were definitely hers.

You wept with joy, finally you had closure, you knew she wasn't coming back.
Months of tension drained from your weary shoulders.

Then the legs began to move.
They stood and walked.
Shocked and hoping this was a dream you followed.

Her legs lead you towards the main road and stopped.
You stood beside them but they began to kick you.
You heard a loud snap and dimly realised they'd broken your shin.

You fell down into the road, vision blurred with pain and tears.
The legs stood by the road again.
You tried to crawl to the other side of the road but they were there again,
jumping on your arms and kicking you back into the road.

You never saw the lorry coming.

The reports said you were writhing and screaming.
As if you were being attacked.
By an unseen force.