After spending years in jail, I was finally free. Life in prison was rough, you basically have to fight for survival when it comes to the other inmates.
I’ve seen people stab each other, murder each other and beat each other. All of that violence just for food, stay out of trouble….that’s one lesson I’ve learnt.
I’ve never been in trouble with the law, I went to jail for nothing basically. Is it wrong for a girl to defend herself? He wanted to murder me for leaving him; if I didn’t do anything I would have lost my life and he would have been free.
I didn’t mean to kill him, I had to fight to save myself. The court however, didn’t see it that way. He wanted to hurt me. I really loved him, but I never knew that he was a psycho.
After I was released, I lived with my sister for 1 year. I lived there until I got back on my feet, so that I could pay her rent. I then later found out that she had bought the house that me and Mike used to live in.
When I arrived there for the first time in years, I saw that our old furniture was gone. The entire home was replaced with new ones. A week later she put the house on my name again, like it was in the past before I got arrested.
To be able to move back in felt amazing, because I have my house back. I could do anything now that I wasn’t in danger anymore. Mike wasn’t there to threaten me like he used to. It also felt weird, because this is the place where I murdered him. This house was a crime scene once upon a time.
The first few days I started to slowly live in the house without feeling some sort of guilt. Many people would buy new houses because they would never live in the exact same house. I didn’t really have much of a choice, I either had to take it or leave it.
After 2 weeks the vibe that I was feeling in my home became weird. It all started with weird noises, like scratching. When I checked, I only saw claw marks of some sort of animal. Then the weeks that followed, I heard people talking when there was no one, crying and someone calling out my name.
A month later, objects started to move on it’s own. The kettle would be unplugged and placed in another part of the house. The next week I started getting attacked by unknown forces.
The second month, was the most horrific thing that has ever happened to me. As I was about to fall asleep, I heard someone open and close my bedroom door. When I looked, I saw someone standing at the edge of my bed. I was afraid that someone must’ve broken in.
He walked around my bed and he stood in front of me. I saw someone that I thought I had killed years ago. He had the same stab wounds on his body, his clothes were bloody, just the way I remember.
“Mike? What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be dead!!”
He pulled out a knife, the same knife I used to kill him. But how is that possible? When they removed his body they took the knife with them as evidence. The knife still had his blood on it.
“I am sweetheart, I’m just here for unfinished business.”