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Day 1,892

Don't you just hate it when you go to kill someone and it turns out they're already dead?

It's literally the worst, second only to having to explain to them that yes you just tried to kill them and no you weren't their original killer and now they want you to help them find their original killer because clearly all murderers think alike.

So that's about where I am now.

Her name is Charlie and she was seventeen when she was hit by some sharpish object when she was hitchhiking home after a festival. The driver hadn't even slowed down, just stuck their hand out, nearly decapitated her and stuffed her body into their truck.

She doesn't remember much around then and she was too busy choking on her own blood to get a good at their face which is helpful. All I have to go by is half a license plate and the sound of pigs chewing, presumably on her body which was never found.

She doesn't even look dead - something she claims is common for ghosts because they tend to remember how they looked last rather than the state of their corpses which they don't usually see. Charlie never saw hers, she just drifted around the road where she'd died until she figured out how to walk on the ground and blend back in with the living which brings us back to the present.

We're setting up a trap in the area she went missing and during a similar festival. If her murderer is anything like me then they're prepared enough to drive around and strike when they has the best shot. Unfortunately for them, we're more prepared and Charlie makes for perfect bait.

All they'll see is a lone teen girl and a lonely dark road while I hide behind the festival signs with a nice surprise. I get to kill and she gets to have her revenge and we potentially save countless others from sharing her fate so its a win/win/win situation, right?

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