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Sometimes I wish that I had never looked in that shed. It held bodies. Butchered bodies. And one of them was the girl whom I had so frequently seen but never spoken to. Oh, how I wanted to talk to her.
I screamed and ran to the house as quickly as I could. I called the police. They arrived quickly, from all around. They literally swarmed the place.
Dale and Cynthia Smith were charged with and convicted of 14 counts of aggravated murder. They were serial killers who had long been wanted by the police. Both were sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole.
I was given a DNA test to make sure that I was really part of the Smith family. I was, I am. I was not kidnapped. I am their biological child.
I don't know why my murderous parents let me live when they had killed so many other young people. I don't know why that ghost led me toward those bodies. This is the end of my story. I'm happy with my new life and my new parents. I'll be glad when I graduate and go to college.
The End.
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