• My own death was something I never thought would occur after my “Murdering” Stephanie.
    Her body was never found, but it was declared on the news that the “Killer” was dead after the murders around the city stopped.
    A couple kids noticed Stephanie was missing; I didn’t kill them, though.
    Even if anyone had found out that Stephanie was a serial killer, she had drowned in the lake anyway.
    Not one but of regret came to me when I smashed Stephanie’s fingers with a hammer; which of course I threw in the lake, too.
    Of course if anyone wound up finding Stephanie’s body, automatically her father would be the main suspect because he was the only one who had a boat docked in the lake.
    It wasn’t that I was trying not to get arrested; Nor did I “carefully” spend any time to come up with a brilliant plan to throw the police off and make sure I didn’t get caught; because it would be a long time before anyone suspected me; probably forever.
    I was completely safe, there was no way anyone could find out I was half-behind Stephanie’s mysterious “Drowning.”
    Again I say I have no strange feelings; except for I felt like someone was watching me.
    The feelings have been with me since I smashed Stephanie’s fingers with the hammer.
    In fact, I swear I heard her voice the other night, calling to me to pull her out of the lake.
    She probably would have made it herself if she hadn’t been so careless as to let the anchor chain wrap around her foot. Anyone would say the presence haunting me belongs to Stephanie, trying to get revenge on me for murdering her.
    I’m not Naïve; there is no way I would believe such a load of Bullshit anyway.
    Stephanie was dead.
    “She’s dead,” I said aloud to myself. “Stephanie is dead.”
    Talking to myself always helped calm me down for some reason.
    I got the feeling someone was watching me again and stepped outside into the cold. The sun had just begun to set, so I knew I had to act fast when I ran down to the lake.
    I stepped into the boat just as I had the afternoon a couple weeks ago and pulled the keys out of in between the cushion and the side of the boat, where I had hidden them in case I ever needed the boat again.
    The engine revved upon the turning of the key, and I drove the boat to around the middle of the lake where I thought was the spot Stephanie suffered her terrible fate it.
    Leaning over the edge of the boat, I sucked in a breath of surprised air when I saw the hammer floating on top of the water.
    Hammers don’t float… I told myself as I pulled the blood-soaked hammer out of the water, a couple chinks of broken chain falling off of it.
    “Hey,” a voice said.
    My eyes bulged out of my head as I turned around to see a soaking-wet Stephanie, standing behind me on the boat with a loop of broken chain tied to her ankle, and her fingers bleeding.
    I didn’t struggle back in the moments it took Stephanie to lunge foreword and wrap thick chains around my neck loosely.
    “What are you going to do with that?” I asked Stephanie when she pried the hammer out of my hands and lifted it up above her head. She brought it down with force against my right index finger.
    The bone cracked, the sickening sound stinging my ears.
    “Whoops,” Stephanie laughed a nervous, dumb girly laugh. “It was the other finger you broke.”
    I bit my lip to keep from screaming when Stephanie broke the Index finger on my left hand with the same hammer I used to do the same to her a couple days before.
    “Now,” she said. “Goodbye, best friend.”
    And threw the Anchor to the boat in the water.
    I sucked in one final breath of air when it flew into the water, pulling on the chain that was wrapped around my neck, plunging me into the water.
    “Stephanie is clever,” I laughed to myself. “She used the hammer to break the chains when I drowned her.”
    I thought about everything I was wrong about in life as I sunk to the bottom of the lake.
    I apologized to my mother, even though I knew she couldn’t hear me, and I apologized to the so-called Dark Stephanie, for thinking she’s even dumber then she really was.