Personal Narrative Wincrest

ENCOUNTER

Wincrest, South Carolina , February 19,1999

I let my eyes scan the room focusing on everything and nothing at once. The chandler hanging over the altar looked unstable and the dim lighting gave off a very depressing vibe but something stood out in a room of contradicting religious preaching and historically inaccurate statues. Something caught my eye, someone, rather. Her bright yellow skater dress offsets everything in the room, adding a glowing innocence. Her uneven pigtails were tied high up and her soft giggles were heavenly.

Looking away was almost impossible. She was radiant.

She had managed to lit up a room with her mere presence; a feat many people could only wish to accomplish but there she sat in her youthful ambiance

The next moments happened in slow motion, her skull slowly collided with the pavement and her shrieks of terror were silenced. I stared in horror but sick amazement, even in death she was beautiful: her body unmoving and her eyes fixed. Her pigtail slowly began to soak up her blood.

Journal Entry #4

I kept the body, I don’t know why but I did. I couldn’t have her in life, I wouldn’t let death part us so easy. She was placed under my bed.

It became almost ritualistic my desire to see her, I would awaken at 7 in the morning and glance upon her cyanotic lips and feels my heart racing and quivering and at 3 after work I would chance another glance this time paying special attention to her soft skin, still encased in her youthful ambiance.

I didn’t do anything with the body but looked and admired. Journal Entry #5

I had kept her alive in my thoughts, too alive perhaps

The acrid stench of her rotting body pervaded the house, leaving a trail of decay.

My mother faulty nose finally picked up on it and she traces down the smell and screamed in horror when she found the discovery. The police were called shortly afterward and I was handcuffed and brought to jail. I could tell by the looks of disgust in the eyes of the officers that I had gone too far, that I had forsaken my moral principles for fleeting moments with