stood on the sidewalk, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her
sweatshirt. Green eyes looked upward towards the church. People
were streaming in, talking and laughing with one another. The
light emanating from the place, which held warmth pleading for
her to come in. She wasn't sure why she was so hesitant to go
inside, after all this was her town too. Yet, the people around
her always made her feel so much like an outsider. Not because of
the way that she looked, but because of the fact that she had
isolated herself for the longest time. Not wanting to talk to
anyone or get involved as a matter of fact. That was the major
point that she had to worry about. Michelle had gone through a
bad relationship a year ago and swore to herself that she would
never get involved with anyone ever again. And so far she was
able to keep that promise. The only reason that she was out now
was because she needed to get out of her apartment for a while
and get some air. But in doing so, she started to feel that there
was something watching her from the cold shadows of the night.
Something that she was not sure about, but could swear that it
was there. A cold October breeze slapped her face as she took a
deep breath as started toward the church. She wasn't sure what it
could be that she was expecting to find in there, but something
was drawing her toward it. The only thing that she could think
about was wanting to get out of the cold night air for a moment
before she started back to her apartment. She knew what was going
on, for in this small town of Mokena there was no way anyone
could not find out about some social event that was happening.
Heck, the town was so small that everyone knew everyone else's
business; even of they didn't want them too. That was the one
thing that she hated about the town but knew to well there was
nothing that she could do about it. As she made her way across
the cobble stone path that lead to the front door of the church,
she could feel the eyes of the people passing her, even though
she didn't look at them. She knew that the people in town thought
that she was odd, a young woman like her, alone all the time,
making it by with selling the works of art that she created. But
the last couple weeks she found herself uninspired. Craving
something that would bring back the creativity that she so
desperately needed. The only thing was, she had no idea where it
could be that she would find it. As she made her way up the
wooden steps on the church, a woman with long blond hair, wearing
a dark fur coat bumped her as she passed Michelle. She staggered,
almost falling to the side, as her eyes stayed focused on
bitch." she muttered under her breath as she watched the woman
disappear into the crowd.
knew there was nothing that she could do about it, so she just
let the disgust fade from her mind. Right when she got to the
doors of the church, the night breeze blew passed her again,
making her stop as she felt a chill run down her spine. It was
right at that moment that she could swear that she heard
something in the wind. Something that sounded as soft as a
whisper, making it difficult for her to understand it. It was a
voice, that much she was such about, but what it said was
something entirely different. Just the sound of it though brought
about a sense of fear that she had never felt before. Something
that made her feels that something was coming for her. She
instantly turned around and looked out into the night. But all
that she could see was the empty street in front of the church
and the looming dark shadows.
Michelle, you know that there is nothing out there. It is all in
your mind. You are stressed out and now your mind is playing
tricks on you. That's all it is, nothing more that that." a voice
echoed in her head.
never had voices in her mind speaking to her before, but she knew
that what it said was right. Still, there was some sort of
ominous presence out there, she knew it. Hiding in the night,
watching her… waiting for the right moment to strike. She just
shook her head and turned to make her way inside. The only thing
that she wanted right now was to forget about this feeling that
she was having. That was if there really was a way for her to do
that? Michelle hade her way toward the church, her hands staying
within the pockets of her sweatshirt, as her eyes stayed focused
in front of her. Refusing to look to either side of her, so that
way she wouldn't have to look at the faces of the people around
her. Seeing the way they would look at her, as if she had just
done something that was so horrifying that they couldn't believe.
Yet, her mind could not contemplate what it could be that she had
done so horrible that the town would react this way. And she was
not willing to let it bother her, for that strange feeling of
something watching her still loomed around her. As she made her
way across the cobble stone path, leading to the front of the
church, that feeling was growing stronger with every step that
she was taking. As if whatever it was, was getting closer to her.
Ready to make its move on her, yet nothing did so far. She was a
couple feet from the church doors, blending in with the few
people that were walking in, as she thought about how they were
probably talking about her in whispers. Right at that moment, a
woman with blond hair, wearing a dark brown fur coat quickly
passed by her, bumping her and almost knocking her down. Michelle
knew the woman, everyone in this small town of Mokena did. Her
name was Dana Woodall, one of the few people in town who was
labeled as the upper class. Michelle glared at her with such
disgust as she disappeared into the church.
bitch!" she thought.
just let the anger go in her, for she knew to well that there was
nothing that she could do about it. At least for now there was
nothing that she could do about it. Everyone seemed to be excited
about something that was going on and it had to be something
important to have a meeting at the church this late at night.
Right before she got inside the church, she stopped suddenly as
another breeze floated passed her. She turned and looked out at
the darkened street, as if she had expected to see something
there, but there was nothing there at all. She could swear that
she could hear something in the breeze, something that sounded
like a voice whispering to her. So soft that she was not sure
what it was saying. But its tone was enough to send a chill down
her spine, making her body paralyzed for a
crazy. There is nothing out there. It was just your imagination
playing tricks on you, just like before. Get a grip on yourself
Michelle." a voice suddenly echoed in her head.
the first time that had ever heard a voice talking to her in her
mind. Even though it scared her somewhat, she knew what the voice
said was right, she had to get a grip on herself or she would
lose it totally. She took a deep breath to calm herself down and
then turned back around. Michelle made her way inside, and then
started to make her way through the crowd. It was lucky that the
church was big enough for something like this, or else they all
would be pack in like sardines. She had no idea why she was
headed to the front of the church, only that it was something she
needed to do. As she did, she could feel the eyes of the people
she passed on her. Watching her so closely, as if they expected
her to do something inappropriate. This was the one thing that
she would never do. She found herself unable to think straight,
clouded by the multitude of random thoughts, which flooded her
brain. She had never had something like this ever happen to her
before. It got to the point where she started to believe that she
was able to hear everything that everyone was saying. And because
of it, Michelle wanted to scream from the pressure of it all.
Yet, not a sound came from her lips. It was then she stopped,
trying to regain her thoughts as she found herself wanting to
figure out why she was really there. It was then that she saw
him, standing a couple feet away from her, through the scattered
crowd between them. The face of a man that she had not ever seen
before, as her eyes stayed focused on him. His short brown hair,
the medium build of his body made it impossible for her to turn
her attention away from him. She had no idea who he was or why
she was so drawn to him, only that this feeling was something
that she could not ignore. She could feel her heart pounding
wildly as her eyes widened with such excitement. Never before had
she felt something like this for someone, especially for someone
that she didn't even know.
Michelle, you can't be serious. You don't even know who that guy
is. For all you know he could be married or have someone." the
voice suddenly came back, in a low, soft voice.
just shut up! I have to meet him. I have to." she
is it so important for you to meet this man? Answer me that." the
have to. I just have to." she thought.
thing that worried her was what she would say if she did meet
him. Michelle wasn't that good at starting a conversation with
someone that she didn't know. She had lived a life of isolation
for the last two years after her boyfriend had left her for
someone else. Staying within the small one bedroom apartment,
working on her artwork, which she sold online, and within a few
of the stores in town. Never really trying to talk to anyone, for
she was afraid of being hurt again, like she was in the past.
Still, there was something about this man that grew her to him.
Something that she could not explain, for she had never felt
something like this before. She noticed him slowly making his way
to her, through the crowd as she became nervous. Her hands moved
out of her pockets and rested at the sides of her body. She
wasn't sure if he was really coming toward her or not, only that
this was the chance for her to talk to him. To have the chance to
say something…. anything to him. As she watched him, she could
hear the voice talking to her again in her head, but she just
ignored it. At least she tried the best that she
probably just going to pass you by, just like everyone else has.
The people in this town probably got to him, telling their lies
about what they think you did. And because of that, he is not
going to even acknowledge that you are there." the voice said in
a hurtful tone.
already! I am not listening to you!" she thought as she tried to
block the voice out of her mind.
He made his
way to her, his hazel eyes looking at her as he smiled so warmly
at her. Michelle found herself unable to even think of what to
say as she smiled back at him, waiting to see what or if he would
say anything to her.
Glad you could make it." he said kindly.
I am glad to be here. I don't think I ever seen you around town."
she replied in a kind voice.
not. I just moved here a week ago. But it seems that my
popularity got me noticed around here. I'm Mark Patel. I'm a
writer and came here to work on my latest book." he
he had said his name, she knew right away who he was. Mainly
because she had read the stories that he had written and found
herself fascinated by them. She had always been interested in
horror and his work had a way of impressing her so much. She just
couldn't believe that he was standing in front of her, one of the
few writers that she admired so much.
"I know, I
read your work. You are really a talented writer." she
that you're an artist." he said in a curious
"Yes, I am.
Not the greatest in the world, but people seem to enjoy my work."
she replied modestly.
say that. I saw your artwork and think that you are very
talented. I have been looking for someone to do some artwork for
the cover of my next book. That is if you are interested?" he
couldn't believe what she was hearing. She never thought that she
would have a chance like this to work with someone who was so
well known as she was. For a brief second she just stood there in
shock, unable to find the words to say. His eyes stared at her,
waiting to hear what her reply would be. But she found herself
lost within his face, feeling as if the world around them had
suddenly vanished, leaving only them in silence. It was just an
illusion of her mind, some romantic fantasy, but she couldn't
help thinking that. She took a beep breath as she tried to find
the words to say to him.
love to do that for you. I could really use the business." she
back, but before he could answer there was the sound of a large
explosion that came from outside and then followed by something
in a ghastly, ungodly tone.
The power of it practically shook the foundation of the church as
everyone looked around in fear, not knowing what to do. Mark
stood there with a calm expression on his face, looking around
that?" she asked.
sure and I really don't want to find out." he said in an uneasy
way that she heard him says that was not that reassuring to her.
Still, for some reason she knew that whatever it was that was out
there, had to be the reason that she had that strange sensation a
moment ago. Of course she was not going to say anything about it,
because everyone would think that she was crazy. It was then they
heard the sound of the pastor Blizzard voice over the scared
crowd. Trying to calm everyone down, so that no one would get
into a panic.
friends…please we must remain calm. I am sure there is a logical
explanation for what just happened. It could be nothing more than
the local plant near here that exploded. We all know that the
chemicals that they produce there are highly dangerous." the
pastor said in a stern voice.
about that other sound we heard? How do you explain that pastor
Blizzard? We all heard it and know to well that it was not part
of the explosion." Mark said in a confident tone.
I don't think that this is time for one of your ramblings of the
supernatural, which you have become famous for in your writings.
This is nothing more than a factory explosion which the local
authorities will get under control." the pastor
"What if he
is right? What if there is something out there? We have all heard
the legends about this town, about how there used to be something
that came along and took the lives of so many people in the past.
Whose to say that it hasn't come back?" a woman's voice from the
crowd said in a scared tone.
had heard about the legends of the town too, but never really
believed them. They were nothing more than ghost legends, which
were meant to scare people away from certain areas of town, where
the politicians didn't want them to go. She figured that there
had to be some sort of reasonable explanation for what was going
on, that was if they would be able to find one. She looked at
Mark who was puzzled by the mention of the legend and knew that
he would be asking about it, The only thing was she wasn't sure
if she should say anything about it. But, just looking at him,
she knew that she couldn't lie to him.
"So what is
about this legend that they're talking about?" he
that at one time there was a woman who was a witch who the
townspeople hung because of it. They say that she always used
mirrors when she did her magic and that it was a portal to some
dimension where she got her power. Right before she died, she
swore that she would come back and take her vengeance on this
town. And after she died they said every mirror that had been in
her house turned as black as obsidian. When they buried her, they
panted a tree by her grave so that her spirit would never be
freed." she started to say.
is this grave? It should still be safe as long as the tree
remains there, that is if the legend is true." he
but the grave was disturbed a couple years ago. Tore down the
tree moved the grave, thinking it was nothing more than an
unmarked grave. Since then, around this time of the year, strange
things start happening. People disappearing…ending up dead, and
no one knowing how it happens." she said in a serious
was the grave originally?" he asked curiously.
moment Michelle just stood there in silence, afraid to tell him
what he wanted to know. But she had already had said too much and
knew that she could not hold back any more information from him.
But how could she tell him what he wanted to know? Just thinking
about it, brought about a sense of fear to her.
was originally right here…. where this church now stands. No one
has claimed to witness anything strange happening here since it
was built. But when it was being built a few of the construction
worker had died on the site. They called it freak accidents." she
if the legend is true…we are all in big trouble right now." he
said and then looked over at pastor Blizzard, who was continuing
to try and calm everyone down.
eyes continued to look at him, wondering if he thought that she
was crazy for what she had said. Even though that was a ludicrous
thing to be thinking it still stayed within her mind. Then her
eyes looked passed him, to where she saw Dana Woodall starting at
her with such contempt on her face. It really didn't bother her,
for she knew to well that Dana was hiding secrets from the town,
which if found out would discredit her and ruin the excellent
reputation that she had made for herself. Mainly the secrets that
she was sleeping around with a few married men in town…one of
them being the towns own pastor Blizzard. Dana knew that Michelle
knew about it and that was why she always treated her with such
hatred. That didn't matter right now, what did was the fact that
they had to figure out what it was that had made that sound.
Michelle thought that it had to do with what she had felt outside
the church, but really wasn't sure about it.
"It is the
curse! The spirit of the witch has returned and it is all her
fault! We have Michelle Randolph to blame for this!" Dana
talking such nonsense. There are no such things as curses. We are
all just over-reacting." Mark said instantly in
could feel everyone's stare growing even stronger now; as she
started to wish that she had never came here. But something drew
her in. Something that she was not sure about. Her eyes stayed on
Mark, not believing that he was actually protecting her, when he
didn't even know her at all.
should get out of here. If I don't there is only going to be
trouble and you don't need to get involved with it." She said as
a tear fell down her cheek.
already involved, and there is nothing that we can do about it.."
he replied with a smile. "And anyway Michelle, it is too
dangerous for you to go out there,"
that he was right, but there was something deep in her soul that
made her not really care. Wanting whatever that thing was to get
her. Just so she could escape from the pain that the people in
this town made her feel. Exhausted from fighting this battle that
she knew to well she could not win. The only thing that was
stopping her was Mark. There was something about him that made
her want to listen to him, to trust him. His hazel eyes stared at
her with such compassion, more than that which any other man had
done. What he had said about something being out there though
felt wrong to her. For she felt as if whatever had been out there
was now here in this church with them. It was only a feeling, yet
something that she knew to well that she couldn't ignore. Mark
looked at her with a curious expression on his face. As if he
knew that there was something that she had on her
"What is it
Michelle?" he asked.
think whatever made that noise is really outside….it's in here.
This is where the gravesite was, right underneath this building.
So it would be safe to say that whatever this thing is, it's in
here with us." Michelle said in a soft voice.
expected Mark to look at her as if she was crazy, but he didn't.
His expression was blank, as if he didn't know what to think.
Before he could say anything, pastor Blizzard was yelling out to
People please, we have to remain calm. I have someone calling the
authorities in my office right now. We will soon find out what is
happening out there. Till then we have ton remain calm and not do
anything to rash." He yelled.
Michelle's hand and started to take her through the crowd, to the
front of the altar. He knew that if the crowd was going to do
something, she couldn't defend herself in the middle of them.
They made their way to the side of the altar, near the door which
led to the pastor's office. That was just in case the crowd would
become violent and decide to go after Michelle, they would have
you helping me? You don't even know anything about me?" she
"I know I
don't, but I would like to. There is something about you that
drew me to you. I really don't know what it is, but I want to
know you. And right now, I might be the only one that can get you
out of here safely….I hope." He said looking at
was just about ready to say how much that touched her heart and
how she felt about him. But before she could, there came a
blood-curdling scream from beyond the doorway. Without thinking,
they raced through the doorway, down the narrow hallway and into
the pastor's office. At first they didn't see anything but a dark
pool of blood that was near the back of the desk and lead to the
mirrored wall on the opposite side. The air wreaked of the odor
of rotted meat almost as they slowly started to move into the
room. When they got closer, they noticed the mutilated body of a
woman with short black hair, lying on the floor behind the desk.
Her eyes opened wide with fear, mouth opened as if she would
scream again, as the lower half of her body lye by the mirrored
wall. The receiver of the phone swung like a pendulum over the
side of the desk with the woman's severed hand still gripping it.
Just the sight of this made Michelle want to be sick, but she
fought it as she slowly turned away. But she only turned part
way, finding herself looking at the mirror curiously. For she
couldn't see their reflection in it. No, it was as black as sat
clothe and almost seemed as if the surface of it was moving, the
way the surface of a pond would. She wanted to say something, but
the fear kept her from doing so. All she could do was to stand
there, staring at it in somewhat of a trance. In her mind, so
many questions ran through her brain, questioning her sanity. And
it seemed that each one there didn't seem to be any answers that
she could find. She could hear the whisper again, the one that
she had heard right before she had entered the church. But this
time it was clearer, and she could make out what was being said.
Come to me. Become one with me. Come to me now. It was
the voice of a woman who she didn't know, yet there was something
about it, which drew her to it. Something that made it impossible
for her to turn away from it. The black surface of the mirror
seemed to move with waves that went with such rhythm, as the
light from the room glimmered on it. Without her knowing, she was
making her way to it, wanting to reach her hand out and touch it,
so she would know that this was real. Right at that moment, she
heard the sound of Mark's voice yelling out to
"Michelle…get away from there." He yelled.
backed away as she snapped out of the trance that she had been
in. She looked at the strange black liquid surface of the mirror,
then turned to Mark who was moving toward her. His wrapped around
her, holding her close to him. He could feel her body shivering
in fear as he tried to find the words to say.
alright?" he asked.
"I… I think
so. What is that thing? I was just looking at it and the next
thing I knew I was walking toward it. As if there was something
in it that was taking control of me." She said in a nervous
know, but whatever it is, or whatever is inside there was what
killed that woman. I think we better get out of here, before that
think decides to come back again." He said.
almighty….Clara….Clara… What could have done this?" pastor
her?" Mark asked.
"It was his
wife." Michelle answered in a lifeless tone.
sorry pastor. But we can't stay here. Is there another phone
somewhere else?" someone asked.
Blizzard didn't reply, he just stood there staring at the
mutilated corpse that once was his beloved wife. Tears rolled
down his cheeks as his body shook in grief. Michelle knew that
they had to get out of there. But also had to figure out what it
could be that this thing was that had killed Clara…and stop it
before it would kill again. It all seemed like some bizarre dream
to her that she could not get out of. In a way she wished that it
had been and she would wake up in her bedroom alone, knowing that
she would be safe. Yet that was something that she knew to well
would not happen. Right when they turned to walk out Dana Woodall
walked into the room so forcefully, as if she was demanding to be
informed about what was going on. Her eyes looked at Michelle
with the same hatred again, as she slowly moved toward
you do this time, Michelle? I know that you had something to do
with what is going on around here." She said in an angered
I when I was in the church with everyone else when we heard the
scream. But if you are so eager to know what happened take a look
for yourself." Michelle replied in a sarcastic tone as she
pointed to Clara's mutilated body.
one look at the upper half of the corpse and screamed instantly.
Her body staggered as she took a couple steps and then looked
around the room at everyone.
call the police? My God…a woman has been brutally murdered and
you all are just standing around doing nothing. I'll call them
myself." She said in a forceful tone.
anyone could warn her of Clara's severed hand still clinging to
the receiver, Dana picked it up and looked at it in sheer horror.
Everyone could see her eyes bulging in terror, her face turning
pale white as she let it fall from her hand and then backed up.
Unfortunately, the way she was moving, she was headed backwards
to the strange black abyss. Tears flowing down her cheeks, making
that perfect makeup that she wore now run and now making her look
like some demented clown.
back up you are headed right for…." Someone said…but never got to
finish that sentence.
black surface came alive the moment it sensed Dana coming toward
it. Moving violently around as it formed some sort of hideous
form that almost appeared to be a claw. Before Dana could even
answer, her back arched as she let out a high pitched scream and
her chest exploded, sending fragments of flesh, blood and bone
scattering everywhere. Her body went limp, but still seemed to
stand in an awkward way, being held up by the things monstrous
limb. Then within an instant her body fell as if the limp
supporting her body had become like water and she just fell
through it. Dana's corpse crashed to the floor, her face frozen
with the expression of terror on it. Behind her, in-between her
corpse and the strange black liquid surfaced mirror was her
heart, resting on the floor in a pool of blood. And then the
strange black liquid started to grow larger, stretching out over
the walls, ceiling and floor. Instantly, they raced out of the
room and down the hallway, toward the church. But before they
reached the church, they could hear the sound of people screaming
"Oh my God,
it's got to them now." Michelle said in a terrified
"There is a
back door down at the end of the hallway. Get out while you can."
pastor Blizzard said.
you? You can't stay here." Mark said.
"I have to
stay here and try to help out those who I can. I have a spiritual
responsibility to this town." the pastor said.
are going to die." Michelle said.
could answer he opened the door to the church and saw the black
liquid consuming the people that were left in there. Bodies being
ripped apart, as their scream filled the air and then were
silenced. Pastor Blizzard knew there was nothing that he could do
except the fate that as before him. He had to make sure that the
other made it out alive, which meant that he would have to
sacrifice his own life for it. He turned to them and yelled for
them to run and get away as the darkness slowly closed in on him.
For a moment he watched the small group racing down the hallway,
being taken down by one, till only Mark and Michelle were left.
Then he felt something large and sharp ripping into his back,
moving deeper and deeper into him, till finally it pierced
through his stomach. He screamed as the door closed and he knew
now there was no escape for him. His death was
reached the backdoor, holding Michelle's hand tightly as he
pushed the door open. Michelle didn't look in back of her, not
even when she heard the sound of the other people in the small
group screaming in terror. For she knew that there was nothing
that she could do about it anyway. And if she were to look back,
she would have been frozen in fear, then her fate would be just
like all the others. When they got outside, the cold air slapped
their faces, bringing a sudden chill to their flesh. But it was
something that Michelle thought that she would never have thought
she would be so grateful to feel. They raced over to a black
Range Rover and got in. As Mark started the engine, Michelle
looked back at the church, seeing that strange black surface now
starting to consume the outside of it and making its way to the
out of here now!" Michelle screamed.
answered by slamming his foot down on the accelerator, the car
speeding off down the darkened road, as his hands gripped the
steering wheel tightly. Michelle kept looking back, watching at
the thing continued to grow, consuming everything within its
path. Leaving it into nothing more than a blanket of flowing
shiny black liquid. The engine raced faster and faster as they
made their way to the town boarder. Knowing that would be the
only way that they would be safe, or at least that was what they
thought. Michelle looked at him with terror in her eyes, as her
bottom lip quivered.
going to make it…. are we?" she said in a shaky
make it! I promise you, we are going to make it!" Mark said in a
focused hard on the road, not looking back and not slowing down
that was until they had gotten far enough out of Mokena. Mark
wasn't going to take any chances, for after writing so many
horror stories in his life, he knew he knew what would happen if
he slowed down. And that was the one thing that he was not going
to take the chance. After about twenty minutes they had crossed
the towns boarder and a mile after that they had slowed down.
Pulling over to the side of a dark and silent expressway, Mark
looked at her with a relieved smile on his lips.
it. We are finally safe." Mark said.
did, and I have you to thank for saving my life." Michelle said
as she leaned over and kissed him.
met in a moment of a tender embrace, Mark's hand reached up and
touched the side of her face, as she felt her heart beating
wildly with a sensation that she thought that she could never
feel again. Within seconds their embrace became more passionate,
as they were enveloped within the moment of that kiss. As they
pulled away, Mark gazed into her heavenly green eyes as they both
started to giggle, like two school children who had a crush on
each other. As they drove away, she moved closer to him, her head
resting on his shoulder.
one thing that I can't figure out." he said.
that Mark?" she said in a pleasant voice.
"Why was it
that all those people disliked you so much? What could you have
done to make them do that?" he asked.
she started to say and then hesitated for a moment. "It really
isn't what I did. It was something that a family member did a
long time ago, that the town could never
was that?" he asked in a worried tone.
that I told you about who caused all this….she was my ancestor. I
am related to her. And they thought that I was a witch too. Just
because I always kept myself isolated and away from everyone."
sat there, his eyes staring at the road as he tried to think
about what he was going to tell her. But nothing came to
a witch though….are you?" he asked.
"No, I'm an
artist…just like you heard. And …."she said and then hesitated
again. "I can't believe I am saying this….I think I love
"I think I
love you too." he replied smiling and looking at her for a brief
their way to the next town, checked into a motel and stayed there
for a couple weeks. Not telling anyone about what they had
witnessed… and to make sure they were safe, they took down and
covered all the mirrors in the room. Just in case whatever it was
that had devoured Mokena wanted to come after them. It never did
though. The news about the bizarre destruction of the small town
made the news on the radio, television, and newspapers
everywhere. Everyone asking what could have happened to this
quiet small town that would cause such an act like this? For you
see the whole town had been turned into nothing more than piles
of smoldering ashes. Not even one body had been found and no
clues to what could have started this at all. Of course Mark and
Michelle knew, but they were not even going to utter a word about
it. For who would believe them? In time they would forget that
event that had brought them together, as they started a new life
with each other. Sometimes it is better for someone to let go of
the past than to hold onto it. For it will only end up in your