By now you're probably thinking that either I was either a monster or a confused boy, I just want to say that I would never have harmed Amy intentionally and I know that hiding her body was wrong. Regardless of what I did was right or wrong, that isn't the point of this writing. Enough with the past, now I will tell about the present.

About two weeks ago I began hearing things, scratching noises mostly, coming from the attic. Being a rational sort, I passed it off as rats in the walls. A big house like this always has problems with rats and mice. Around the same time I also began having strange dreams. Dreams in which a voice from the attic questions "why?" over and over, gaining in volume until it's frightenly deafening and I wake up with my hands clamped over my ears. The dreams began getting more and more horrid as time went on. I started dreaming of standing in a semi-dark hallway with little girl at the other end, slowly coming towards me. Her arms rising as she gets closer, as if to hug me. Her mouth opening and maggots crawling out. It didn't take me long to realize who this little girl was. As I'm sure you've guessed by now, it's Amy. Haunting my sleep, but not just my sleep. Oh no, my friends. Bad dreams I can handle but when I see her reflected in my mirror as I brush my teeth, that's when things get serious. And then there's the sounds. Scratching and rattling coming from the attic, footsteps on the ceiling above my bed, pounding that shakes the walls.

Is Amy haunting me for killing her? Or is there something else going on? Is it possible that she has survived all these years in the attic, feeding off the rodents and roaches? That is what I intend to discover the answer to. I've thought about suicide, many times. I could easily open my mouth, place the cold, nickle-plated barrel against the back of my throat, and release. I could but I won't. I have to know the truth. They say curiousity killed the cat. Will it also kill me? Or am I imagining it all? Could I be so overwhelmed with grief over what I did that I'm hallucinating? Maybe I'm just crazy. We shall see.

I glanced up just now at the sound of footsteps above me and the ceiling is stained with a dark red. I'm assuming this is another of Amy's manifestations. Blood perhaps? I don't dare try to find...

A drop just landed on my notebook. Do you see it?! Do you see the blood? Please tell me you can, it's the only proof that I'm not insane. Ah, of course, if you do see any of this then I must be dead, for if I go to the attic and find out that this is all in my head then I am burning this letter and never speaking of Amy again and if I find Amy... well, I can only guess what she has in mind for me. I'm taking the gun with me and going to the attic. Did you hear that Amy? I'm coming up there. Here I go, wish me luck.

signed,

Jay