Some of the last human words my sister ever heard was probably from the taunting.

"Watch out for the witch!" children were bellowing at her. She was distraught enough. She didn't deserve the scoffs.

Our cat had gotten upset over the child who pulled it's tail and scurried off into the forest. Of course, Mary followed it off. I wasn't even there to help her out, or follow her into that dark forest.

Unlike me, she probably didn't even notice the piles of jagged rocks, situated in a perfect circle. All she was watching was the raised tail of the cat, only somewhat visible in the grass and bush it ran into.

We all know what happens when you don't pay attention in the Blair woods; especially if you're a child. Back then, all of it was simply a myth used to scare siblings on stormy nights. But the town soon realized it was definitely something much more than just a story.

My sister was the second missing, yet the first to be killed.

No one can really know what happened afterwards. All we can assume is that she arrived at an old house on a hill, with wooden planks and branches blocking the main entrance. Its walls are cold and colored a sick, stone gray. Its stench makes you want to vomit because it smells like death. You hear nothing, and see nothing, because it should be dark in such an evil place.

That's my first image of the Witch's shack. Even in broad daylight, it will be cold, musky, and demonic.

Despite how much I've dwelled in that single hour, to try to piece together the mystery, I don't like thinking about what happened to her. Now, I know. But back then, I didn't. All I could imagine was the dirt hiding beneath her fingernails as she tried to scratch at a wooden floor, hands with no identity dragging her away. All I could think of was an old and dirty, bloodstained dress, and a face with haunted, staring eyes.

Mary was all I dreamed about for at least a month. When I'd wake up, a toddler girl's scream seemed to reverberate around my room. But I wasn't the one screaming. And when I'd look into my reflection, especially into my eyes, it hurt so bad. My heart seemed to fall, and not in a good way.

All I could think about was my twin sister, Mary.