MY LOST DAUGHTER RETURNS!

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I still remember that dark, eerie night like it was yesterday. My husband and I had been arguing for hours, and it had escalated into something ugly. Our daughter, Maya, was caught in the middle of it all, cowering in her bedroom with tears streaming down her face.

 

In a fit of rage, I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and stormed into her room. I don't know what came over me, but I raised the knife and plunged it into her chest. She let out a blood-curdling scream, and then everything went silent.

 

We buried her in the woods behind our house, and for fifteen years, we lived with the guilt of what we had done. We never spoke of it again, but the memory of that night haunted us every day.

 

Then, one day, we received a call that would change everything. The voice on the other end was familiar, but it couldn't be. It was our daughter's voice, but she had been dead for years.

 

She spoke in a calm, collected manner, telling us that she had been held captive for years but had finally managed to escape. She described herself as an older woman now, with scars and bruises all over her body. But she was alive, and she wanted to come home.

 

As she spoke, my heart raced, and I could feel the sweat trickling down my back. How could this be happening? Had we really killed our daughter that dark night?

 

My husband and I exchanged worried glances, unsure of what to do next. We couldn't let her come home, not after what we had done. But we couldn't bear to live with the guilt anymore either.

 

In the end, we decided to meet her in a secluded spot in the woods where we had buried her. We wanted to see her one last time, to tell her how sorry we were for what we had done.

 

As we approached the spot, we saw a figure standing in the distance. It was her, our daughter, but she looked different than we had expected. Her face was twisted in a grotesque smile, and her eyes were dark and soulless.

 

As we got closer, we realized that it wasn't our daughter at all. It was something else entirely, something that had been lurking in the woods all these years, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

 

And as we stood there, paralyzed with fear, it lunged at us with its sharp claws, tearing us apart like we had torn our daughter apart years ago.

 

In the end, we got what we deserved. Our guilt had consumed us, and now, we were paying the ultimate price for our sins.

 

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