Chapter 1: Hello, my name is . . .

The beginning of the end!

     This is a weird way to start the final story of Amy, but here it goes. Hope you all love it. I'm Carnally, I'm 23 years old and I am a teacher at St.Huberts high. I've been teaching for about 4 years now. I graduated from college 2 years earlier then the rest of my class and went straight to it.

Here where I work, we teach the Amy and Russell story. What some people don't know is that I've been studying this case for years. I actually took a demonology class in school and minored in it for future purposes. I studied the people who have claimed to have an experience with Amy and it's no joke. Of course people don't believe it but honestly the stories I've heard, Who would?

     There were some stories to describe encounters such as pregnant women waking up to steep puddles of blood and husbands or partners hanging from the wall. Children's bodies found buried in the dirt outside the backyard and more.

So let's skip to the scarier part. I'm here to tell you my experience with Amy. So it all started when I first started to teach. I did research but I didn't research well because I ended up moving into the house next door to Amy's grandmothers home. It's now used as a land mark when ever someone comes to visit the town and learn about our history. I live by myself so you can only imagine how I felt The first 2 weeks living next to that house. And, I know I'm not crazy because things started to happen to me too. Blood dripping down my wall and puddles of it on my bedroom floor. The smell of Sulfur, the whispers

" she's coming " or " I'm gonna hurt you" and things even as far as bruises on my body would appear from nowhere, wake up feeling like someone is watching me and even suffocating me in my sleep. Oh wait, there's more. Turning on the shower and receiving black clumps of hair and extremely smelly dark brown water. Pots and pans falling everywhere out of nowhere.

Yeah I told you guys creepy. But that wasn't all I even met a few guys my first 3 months living in that house but none wanted to continue a relationship or even see my house because of all the mess that is my life once I moved next door to the infamous Amy's home.

       One day, I was at the super market getting some stuff so I could make dinner. About 20 minutes had passed by and I'm still shopping and looking around for the ingredients I need to make my dish. I'm kind of the cook if I do say so myself. There was a guy with curly brown hair and a pretty large smile with teeth that were as bright as a phone screen when you first wake up In the morning In a dark room. He catches my attention so me being the loser I am I obviously stare, for a long . . . . . . Time. He notices and looks my way and grins. I got scared and sped away, literally on my cart. I know, loser of the century.

So we're In the store still and I thought I lost him until I feel a tap on my shoulder and I hear a voice as deep as the sea say " hello, was I believe you were creepily checking me out a few minutes ago. My name is Andy".