I've been away from home for ten years. Trying to forget. Trying to move on. But the memories still haunt me. Something is coming. I can feel it.

Ten years. Ten long years.<br><br>I’ve been hiding. Hiding from it. Hiding from her. Trying to forget. Trying to move on. But she’s still out there.<br><br>It haunts me. Every single night. The memory. The guilt. The pain.<br><br>I killed my best friend on account of a piece of ass. I know it. She knows it. And I’ll have to carry that with me for the rest of my life.<br><br>How it all played out was like something out of a horror movie. <br><br>A friend group of five. Five friends. Five college dropouts living in a beautiful mansion in the middle of nowhere.<br><br>We answered an ad. We were all stuck in a crappy situation. Living at home. Working crappy jobs at minimum wage. I was a bouncer. Rachel was a waitress. Alex was a stoner with a gig and a half. <br><br>Then, one day, it hit us. Hit us like a fucking wrecking ball. We met Melissa. We met Katherine. We met Claire. And we all fell for her. Hard. Claire was beautiful. Claire was funny. Claire was perfect. <br><br>So when she offered us a house. A beautiful house. With a beautiful pool. And beautiful rooms. We answered. We all answered. Hell, I’d have sold my soul for it. <br><br>We all moved in. We all had jobs. We had a great time. Claire was amazing. Claire was perfect. Claire was an angel. <br><br>Then, the others started to go missing. <br><br>Rachel first. Then Alex. Then Melissa and Katherine. <br><br>It was just me and Claire left. And then came the night it all ended. <br><br>I was hiding. Hiding under the covers as the demons and devils came for me. <br><br>Then I saw Rachel. Saw her enter the room. Saw the sadness in her eyes. Saw the blood on her hands. <br><br>I killed her. I killed my friend. I killed her without second thought. I killed her with a broken glass bottle. <br><br>And then I was away. I was out the door. I was in my car. And I was running. Running for my life. Running from it all. <br><br>I answered the phone. I answered her. Heard her laughter. Heard her murmurs. <br><br>“People shouldn’t leave Claire,” she said. “You never know what will happen to you.”<br><br>Then she hung up.<br><br>I never went back. I never went back home. I ran away from it. I ran away from her. I ran away from everything. <br><br>But the memories haunt me. Every single night. The memory of Rachel. The memory of Alex. <br><br>And now something’s coming. I know it. I can feel it. The breeze is different. The wind is different. The stars are different. <br><br>I can feel it. I feel it. Coming for me. Coming for me at last.<br><br>I know it’s coming. I’ve been running for years. But I know it’s coming. <br><br>It’s coming to take me away. Take me back. Take me back to her.<br><br>And you know what? I think I’m ready. Ready to face it all. Ready to face Rachel. Ready to face Alex. <br><br>Ready to face Claire.