The Road to Maine is Bloody Part 3

Ashley shivered, snapping from her daydream and wiped a tear from her eye with the back of her well-manicured hand, the pleasant memory of her mother snapped shut like a trap and she sighed, walking back into the living room and started up the stairs, the bloody footprints still somewhat visible from that fateful night. 

Turning the brass knob, Ashley entered the bedroom and suddenly a flash of memory entered her head and she was seeing the bloody scene before her. Her mother lying in a pool of blood and bloody footprints all around her and lying next to her, a brown package tied with twine and dribbled with blood. There was a small white square paper attached, like a Christmas present. She remembered picking it up, not knowing why and her fingers trembled as she opened the paper and read the note. 

“This is dedicated to my number one fan and number one character Annie. Stephen King.” She still had it clutched in her hand when the police came and the paramedics were trying to revive her mother, her fingers now stained in her mother’s blood and tears running down her cheeks. 

After the funeral, she left Maine to live with her real father in Washington where she graduated from college two years later and went on to become a nurse, working at Samaritan as an ER nurse. She never opened that package, afraid of what was inside. After her mother’s murder, the house remained empty, rumors of it being haunted spread mouth to mouth like Mono. 

The coroner ruled the cause of death as having bled to death from the hole in her throat and they’d found saliva among the other DNA they were investigating and what disturbed Ashley the most was they said it wasn’t human or canine. What was left, the monsters under the bed? Maybe but that was kids stuff right?