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Kayla's waterlogged body was pulled out of the lake.
My wife and I had never been the same since. My wife didn't believe it to be righteous to cremate her, so we buried her body in the cemetery. As I'd walk from my workshop every night, I would hear my wife crying herself to sleep. She couldn't compose herself so easily around me one time, and I noticed it. God, I noticed. At the moment I saw her break into tears in front of me, I knew what I had to do.
Now, I know that this brings up '''so many''' red flags, but I felt like at that moment I had no choice. Now, I definitely don't have a choice. I went to the library and started looking up ancient civilizations; specifically ones that had incredibly creepy and dark rituals. That's when I found a very special Aztec ritual that was actually restricted by the Aztecs all those years ago. Apparently, it involved writing; my forte. I knew what I had to do then.
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Erica, if you are reading this, send this everywhere you can. I decided to start with this end in mind just in case anything went sour, and I guess I wasn't wrong. Know that no matter what, I will always be with you in your heart. I will never forget you, Erica, and what you mean to me.
Oh, and one more
If you see Kayla walking
Do not talk or interact with her at all.
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