Years Ago...

Linda found herself at a dead end, both figuratively and literally, in front of her, the road ended and it seemed like the track she had managed to find and follow was running thin, on the point of breaking off.

She tried to at least escape the physical obstacles she had ended up meeting, trying to reverse from where she had come from but the soil was so muddy and she was in a descent, she wouldn't be able to break free that way.

"Urgh..." she hit her head against the steering wheel, thinking about the reason she had been driving through this deep region for so long.

It had been a long time since the police had closed the case, about sixty years and yet, it had somehow affected her, she hadn't been alive during the 'Ghost's' reign of terror, a serial killer that wore a pillow case over his head and had killed her grandparents on her mother's side.

Her mother had been there to witness her parents being killed but the Ghost had decided to spare her, even giving her a flower he had picked up, this flower, now dried up and beaten up, was stuck inside of Linda's pocket.

Her mother had spent her life trying to track down the Ghost but to no avail, the name the press had given him was accurate, the killer had vanished without a trace.

Linda, having inherited her mother's obsession, had managed to find a lead on where the Ghost might have went after abruptely stopping his killings, strangely enough, it appeared that the police had never investigated this possibility, ever.

She had truly believed that she would be able to deliver justice or at least, discover what had become of the Ghost.

She looked out as he raised her head, observing the tall trees, sometime densely packed or as far apart from one another as they could manage, the place seemed oddly devoid of anything, she could see squirrels and birds moving around, but that feeling didn't go away.

Truthfully, she believed the Ghost had already died from natural causes, it had been sixty years after all, the Ghost was believed to be in his thirties, that would make him ninety at the youngest.

Linda, turned to look the other way, not noticing anything different in this direction but upon closer inspection, there was actually a path, a dirt road, mostly hidden by a fallen branch from her point of view.

After getting it out of the way, she got back into her pick-up and drove forward, which went much better than trying to reverse.

The area wasn't densely populated, pretty close from being not populated at all even, she had resorted to just visiting, every single place she could find, inspect and question, she was aware that it wasn't the most efficient but she couldn't bring herself to just giving up, it would feel like betraying her mother in the worst way possible.

At the end of the dirt road, there was a good looking house, surrounding with equipment relating to cutting down trees and such, a big, rusty van was parked in front of the house.

She could see that there was a walking path off to the side of the house, someone seemed to be shouting inside, although, it didn't seem much like an argument as only one person was yelling, Linda approached a window and peered inside.

A young-looking man was yelling at a much older man, who was sitting in a chair, seemingly completely unfazed by the loud shouting right next to him, Linda didn't quite understand what the young man was mad about.

It only seemed like it wasn't your run of the mill disagreement, the young man was fuming beyind belief, the windows were shaking from how loud he was and it seemed like he wouldn't hesitate to get physical, weren't it for the fact that it appeared the old man was in another plane of existence.

The young man threw his hands in the air, seemingly giving up and walking straight out of the back door, stomping away toward the walking path Linda had seen.

Deciding that she wasn't going to try and speak with this guy, she instead decided to try and knock on the door, without hoping for much, the old man seemed unresponding and it didn't appear anyone else was around at the moment.

Before she could even touch the door to knock however, it was opened and the old man, standing with his back straight greeted her.

"You don't seem to be from aroun' there, can I help you?" he asked, Linda was taken aback but nodded her head.

"I am looking for a relative in the area, he should have arrived there about sixty years ago" she responded with a straight face, repeating the same lie as usual.

The old man raised a brow and signed for her to step inside, leaving it for her to close the door as he went and took a seat, seemingly thinking deeply.

"Let me think for a bit..."

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The young man from earlier had started to calm down, breathing in deeply.

He was convinced that the old geezer was faking it, it was just a gut feeling he had but that wasn't what was most important.

'I am sure it was her, this bastard's psychotic daughter...' he thought, feeling a vein in his forehead growing as he thought about it.

It could only be her that had been slaughtering his livestock recently, there was no one else around but them!

Ever since he had been a kid and his parents tried to get him to play with the only other kid around these empty woods, he would have rather been driven two hours to get to the nearest city and play with the annoying brats there rather than spend any minutes with this weirdo.

He had endured it until now, convincing himself that cattle that had clearly been hacked up with tools had been the victims of predators but after his dog had fallen prey as well, he wasn't going to look the other way, she might have as well butchered his own children, his dog was the closest he had to family nowadays.

As he was thinking deeply, considering just getting his rifle and shooting the psycho, something emerged from behind a tree and something hard struck him in the knee, making fall to the ground.

He fell face first onto the mixture of fallen leaves and muddy ground, something mettallic hit him in the legs multiple times over before he was able to turn around on the ground, looking at his aggressor.

"You..!" he said as he looked up at the one he suspected for the killings, wearing a checked, red shirt, which the sleeves had been pulled up a slight bit, revealing the sculpted muscles on her forearms.

Her blue pants, dirtied by lots of outdoors activities, were held up by suspenders, she tapped the digging bar in her hands against the palm of her right hand.

Her face covered by both shadows and her just above shoulder length, dark hair, her head was slightly tilted as she remained still for a moment before starting to swing the digging bar on him.

Focusing on his legs and arms until it seemed like they were bloated from pieces of bones pushing against the skin.

Stabbing the bar in the ground as the young man screamed in agony, she grabbed a few things she had left behind the tree, four big nails, which she stabbed into each of his limbs, pinning him against the ground by pushing them deeper into the ground with the bar.

Without a second glance, she walked away with the bloodied bar in hand, leaving him to die to the elements.