Rachel, Part Three

Shyla's POV

I was speechless, uncomfortable, crying my heart out at the sight before me. We had followed the trail of bloody handprints to the end of the hall and found the saying. The words were there, plain as day, but what they were written in was another thing altogether. They looked fresh still, and they were still dripping with Rachel's blood.

No matter how much I wanted to look away, I couldn't. The sight was unbearable, but I wouldn't stop staring at it. The only thing that I couldn't find was the flesh, bones, and hair, everything else was there in front of us.

"I can't believe this," Andrew said.

"What can't you believe? The killers are insane, what else would you expect from them?" Diley responded.

"How are you so... like this? How are you so calm, how.... do you know that there was more than one person?" I faded off in the end, realizing that she had always been saying 'them' and 'they'.