When I got home, I looked all throughout my house in search for video cameras and much more. However, there was nothing to be found.

I don't know if I feel relieved about not finding anything, or scared. What if they're just hidden really good? Maybe he didn't do anything at all. The way Teresa and Claudia described Blaire's behavior towards Allison, didn't exactly matchup to how he's acted towards me. He didn't constantly come over, he didn't constantly text me nor call me. Hardly ever was he in my house.

The only obsessive times I've experienced from him were him trying to apologize, or him threatening close friends of mine, hurting them if they got too close to me...or in the way.

He didn't do that for Allison, and I can't seem to find a reason for why he didn't.

It's almost as if he thought we were a team, thought he was protecting me or doing a favor for me by hurting those who have hurt me, or him.

He treasured me, and didn't want me to run away.

I fell backwards onto my bed letting out a huge sigh. If I could just take a nap without worrying about anything, without it turning out to be a nightmare, that would be completely wonderful.

But unfortunately, that's not how my life is working out right now. Nothing is making sense.

How could Danny possibly be helping Blaire out with everything? Danny completely flipped when he saw Blaire that night of the party. There's just no way Danny is capable of killing anyone...right?

I understand Danny helped write the letters, but he didn't know what he was doing. He thought it was all a joke.

He disliked Blaire too much, but what if it was all an act?

I sat up and stared out the window. My blinds were open, so I was looking at a full view of Blaire's dark and haunted looking house, that complimented the snow beautifully due to its color. There was yellow crime scene tape surrounding it.

I got a few answers from Claudia and Teresa, but not enough.

What if there are more answers lying in Blaire's house? I know the police searched everywhere in there, but there's something missing.

I found the letters and Allison's lock of hair in a secret hiding spot underneath the rug in his room.

There has to be more hiding places.

I got up from my bed and walked towards the window. There were two policemen smoking cigarettes outside of their cars while having a conversation.

I cant go through the front door, they'll notice me. I have to go out through the back, and sneak over to Blaire's house. Hopefully I can get this done before my parents come home. They said they were working a little later today, so I should be fine.

Rose are you crazy?

I thought to myself. At this moment, I'm way past that. Yes I'm scared, yes this is a crazy idea that can get me into loads of trouble if I get caught, but I just need to look.

The police are outside, Blaire's house is empty, and I know where the spare key is to get into his house.

I just need these answers, I just need to look to see if I can get one step closer to finding anything.

I put on a big hoodie, pants, gloves, boots with two pairs of socks, and grabbed a flashlight from my drawer. It's probably freezing inside of Blaire's house and dark because I doubt the electricity is running. I would have grabbed a coat, but I don't want to make too much noise inside of the house. The coat would just make that annoying rubbery sound as I walk.

I stared at my back door before opening it.

Do I want to do this?

My heart was already racing.

Yes

I opened the door letting the winter night wind hit my face, and then gently closed it behind me. The sound of the remaining snow crunched underneath my feat, so I have to make sure to take light footsteps, or else too much attention will be drawn to myself.

I made my way slowly to the front of my house, and peaked around the corner to see what the policemen were doing. They were both now in their own cars on their phones.

It's great that they're distracted, not so great that there's a possibility that one of them could look up and catch me running over to Blaire's house.

I took a deep breath, and began to walk towards Blaire's house while keeping an eye on the policemen. About halfway down, one of them looked up and I thought they noticed me, but he let out a sneeze and went back to being on his phone.

When I eventually reached Blaire's house, I hopped over the backyard fence, and made my way towards the greenhouse.

Opening the greenhouse door was a bit hard due to the ice that covered it, but once I opened it, I wish I didn't.

The smell of rotting and dying plants filled my nose, and made me gag.

"Oh my gosh.." I said to myself while covering my nose. I quickly tried to get over the smell, and continued out my mission.

I made my way towards the dead roses that were covered in crystals and spiderwebs.

There in front of me was the key.

I grabbed it slowly, while still staring at the roses. They used to be so beautiful.

I walked away not breaking eye contact from the roses, and eventually exited the greenhouse. It's weird to think how something so alive, just died when someone wasn't around to take care of it.

I closed the door behind me, and then rushed over to Blaire's back door. When I approached it, all I could do was just stare.

So many things can lye inside of a person's home that you wouldn't even expect from them. At first when I laid my eyes on this house, I couldn't help but get an eery feeling. However, I don't think it's because it looked haunted, I think it's because I sensed something haunting inside of it.

And I should've stuck to that feeling. I shouldn't have been fooled.

The coldness of the air crept down my spine making me shiver. If I'm going to do this, I'm going to have to do it now.

I held the key out in my hand, and starred at my reflection in it.

15 pounds lighter, no sleep, loss of appetite, anxiety and stress to an all-time high.

May the truth, set us all free.

I put they key into the lock, twisted it, and slowly opened the door.

The house reeked of dust, and old groceries.

I walked into the house closing the door behind me, and turned on the flashlight I brought with. The temperature inside wasn't any different than the one outside. You can tell no one has been in here for a while.

I just don't know where to start.

I started by first looking upstairs. I checked all of the rooms underneath the rugs, dressers, TVs, closets, but couldn't find anything. I only came across Blaire's box filled with the same letters to Allison, and the lock of her hair.

"Fuck." I said to myself while throwing the box to the side. I've spent about an hour here, and I've gotten nowhere.

I combed one of my frozen hands through my hair.

I still have yet to look downstairs for anything, but what if there just isn't anything here?

I got up and made my way downstairs, taking a couple of seconds to reach the last step.

If I was Blaire, what would I do if I was trying to hide something?

Think Rose, think.

I walked over to the CD player, and pretended to hit play on it.

I imagined opera music playing, and me singing a long to it.

Where would Blaire go next?

I began to walk towards the kitchen, while humming an opera song in my head. When I reached it, I stood in the doorway and looked around.

Blaire wouldn't put anything in the kitchen area, nor in the family room area.

I sat on a stool.

He would be smart about it, place it somewhere no one would bother to look at.

"Mom, I'm going outside to water the plants really quick."

I looked up and stared out of the back window.

The greenhouse.

This key can open up any door apart of Blaire's house, but what if it's not just meant for that? What it it's meant for a secret doorway inside of the greenhouse?

I got up, and walked out of the house into the winter night making my way towards the greenhouse.

It could be covered with dirt anywhere in there.

As I once again walked inside of the greenhouse, I shined my flashlight on the dirt floor trying to spot any unusual bumps in the ground.

I continued to hum opera music. It's not that big of a space, so this shouldn't be too difficult if my assumptions are correct.

Which they are.

I stood in front of the dead roses, looking at the ground. There was a golden handle poking out from the dirt. I don't know how I've never noticed this before.

I got down on my knees, and began to fastly wipe the cold dirt away from off of the cellar like door. Knowing what could be underneath made my heart pump faster than it ever has before.

Hurry Rose Hurry!

I thought to myself.

Before I knew it, I wiped most of the dirt off of the door. The handle, and keyhole were now exposed to me.

I gulped.

This actually exists.

There are actual answers behind this tiny door.

I'm scared, I want to go home and act as if I never saw this. I wanted to go home and pretend this all wasn't real, that this was all just a dream.

But it's not, it's reality.

I grabbed ahold of the key with my shaky hands, and inserted it in the keyhole.

*click*

Now all you have to do is open it Rose.

I grabbed ahold of the handle.

And pulled it upwards.

Before me laid only darkness. However, there was a switch that was located in the corner, when I clicked on it, the cellar illuminated with flickering red lights.

I let out a deep breath that formed a small fog in front of me.

Dont go down there Rose.

I have to.

I took my first step into the cellar.

As I made my way down, I turned on my flashlight to help me see a bit better.

My footsteps echoed throughout the room making everything a lot more creepier.

My heart was beating out of my chest.

I finally reached the last step, and looked before me.

I was absolutely speechless.

I cupped my hand around my mouth in shock, and dropped my flashlight on the ground.

Pictures of girls, including Allison, tied up, dead, blood, everything. Scattered all throughout the wall.

Pictures of me sleeping..

I felt myself getting sick.

I can't believe this.

The lights continued to flicker.

After a couple of seconds passed by, I bent down and picked up my flashlight, walking closer to the wall and desk with several papers placed on it.

I approached the pictures, and shined a light one them.

Veronica

One was named.

Daniella

Another was named.

The names just kept going on and on...until I reached one.

Andrew

There in the picture, was a tied up dead Andrew, with a knife being plunged into his neck.

Tears began to fall out of my eyes

I weeped.

I ducked my head down as I let out an uncontrollable cry, and then looked back up at the picture. To the side of them, were my missing pictures with him, and they had his face scratched out of them.

Blaire killed Andrew.

And he killed many more girls other than Allison.

I continued looking at the pictures as I got myself together.

For the ones of me, I was sleeping, walking into my house, in my room, or in the shower.

" The love of my life <3" They were titled.

I wiped my eyes as tears still escaped from them, and began to look at the papers that were placed on the desk.

Multiple stories were written by him, and they were all about me.

"Rose's youth"

"Meeting her"

"Our first kiss"

"Our wedding"

"Our first child"

"Betrayal"

I ripped them up, and threw them on the ground.

He's always been watching me. Ever since my first day.

That's how his mom recognized my name. He talked to her about me.

I continued to look at the other papers.

Several plane tickets, going all throughout the U.S, with the victim's name written on them.

I looked at the dates...

"2008: Alicia"

In 2008 we were only 8 years old. Blaire couldn't have started murdering innocent individuals when he was 8?

I dropped the tickets, and flashed my light throughout the whole room seeing what else I could discover.

All of the drawings he showed me, were those he did of his victims, and hung up on the wall.

And I was in it.

I continued to search around the cellar disgustingly, and came across a closet.

I walked into seeing many small old school TVs placed on shelves. One of them was on but had a fuzzy screen, and the pause button placed on it.

I went up to it, and pressed the play button.

Before me was a mid-30s blonde woman, that resembled Blaire's mom greatly. She was in a hospital bed, holding a newborn baby in her arms.

Is this one of his older siblings?

I continued to watch it.

"He's so beautiful, isn't he?" Blaire's mom spoke smiling while looking at the baby.

"Yes, he is." A male voice spoke zooming in on the baby.

Was that Blaire's dad speaking? After everything Blaire has lied to me about, who is his dead? Where is his dad? Is his dad even still alive?

The screen then turned black, and then another video showed.

A little kid with dark almost black hair showed on the screen. He was wearing a party hat, and there were several presents surrounding him.

"How old are you today Michael?" A woman questioned.

The little kid looked up at the screen with piercing blue eyes, and held up four fingers.

"Four! Mommy I turned four!" He smiled.

"Good job Michael!"

He laughed, and a girl with light brown hair appeared next to him.

"Sara give your brother a hug!"

The screen turned black, and then another video showed.

"Michael, are you videotaping this?!" A teenaged girl shouted. She looked exactly like the young girl in the previous video, just older.

There was silence, and the girl looked disappointed. They were outside in a wooded area.

"Michael, I know you love me. But I'm your older sister...not your younger sister. I can take care of myself, I can watch out for myself, if something goes wrong...I can fix it myself...........you almost killed David...he's in the hospital because of you Michael...you took it to far this time."

"I'm sorry..." Michael said.

The girl, I believe Sara, stared at Michael behind the camera, and began to walk away.

"Sorry isn't enough."

She disappeared into the darkness.

About 20 seconds of silence passed by, until a loud scream erupted from Michael.

The camera then faced towards him.

Showing a furious, and angry Blaire.

I pressed pause.

I was speechless.

In 2005, we were 5....not 16-17.

I stepped back from the tv, and bumped into a shelf.

Papers fell behind me onto the ground.

I turned around, and crouched down to look at them.

Before me were several news reports.

The front cover showed a mugshot of Blaire.

I continued to read.

My sister went to that mental hospital in 2005 as well.

This can't be what I think it is.

I placed that newspaper stack down, and picked up another paper.

A birth certificate

I picked up several more papers, that appeared to be new identity documents, showing Blaire as all of the faces.

He had his usual look in the photo.

I picked up another.

He looked young, exactly like how Blaire looks now.

I looked at another

another

And the papers went on and on

My mouth finally dropped.

He had a shaved head, several bags under his eyes, but still had those piercing blue eyes.

And in the picture next to him, was my sister Bella.

My heart began to race again.

Flashback played in my head.

"Michael's going to get you!"

The screams, the constant use of that name.

This can't be.

This can't be!

Blaire, is 28 years old.

Blaire, is Michael.

Blaire knew who I was from the start, how did this happen?! How did we end up in the same place? How did he get this far?

I dropped everything and ran.

I ran out of the cellar, I ran out of the greenhouse, I ran out of his backyard.

This was all insane, how is this real?!

The tears that fell out of my eyes were slowly turning into ice. My nose was burning and running, and I could feel myself running out of breath.

When I jumped over his fence, I automatically began to scream for help.

"Help me! Help! Blaire is a serial killer!!! Help!" I screamed hoping the police could hear me.

When I found myself approaching the street, I stopped as I noticed two bodies lying on the ground in the middle of the streets, surrounded by blood.

I let out a scream and looked away.

He's here. He's here.

I can't stop and cry, I can't stop and try to think.

I just have to go.

I started bolting towards the neighbors house.

I can make it, I can make it.

Everything, every moment, was just flashing across my mind, almost as if I was watching a fast speed movie.

I could feel myself start to get dizzy, and slow down in speed.

Just a few more steps away Rose.

However, out of nowhere, I was knocked out cold.

The only thing I now saw through my eyes, was darkness.