my name is Kayleigh Smythe, I grew up in the small town of Frost Falls. I know shit name for a town, but I didn’t name it. I just grew up there.

I was raised by my single father, mom died when I was very little, and dad did a great job raising a girl on his own. Dad worked as the town sheriff, so I spent a lot of time at the station with him and his deputies. It was happy little life. I did well in school, well good enough to get by I wasn’t exactly the smartest or the most athletic, but I was good enough. I had my little group of friends, Emma and Tamlyn were probably my closest friends. Had a few boyfriends, and even kissed a couple girls, must admit I liked that a lot.

but I should get back to the reason we are here today. Our town didn’t have a lot of crime, a few break ins, a little bit of a drug problem. Death was usually natural or accidental. Then last year it started, kids going missing. Well, I say kids, but it ranged between I think eight years old to seventeen. My classmate Jacob was the last to go missing last week. Well not exactly the last to go missing. Two days ago, my dad didn’t come home. He always comes home, never later than eight at night. I went to the station and asked if anyone had heard from him and no one had, the search began but I knew they wouldn’t find him. A year of kids going missing, and no one has been recovered.

now the kids that went missing made no sense, they were different genders, different ages, different races. I mean if it was a serial killer or a serial paedophile then you would expect some kind of pattern, but my dad couldn’t find anything. I have looked over all his notes from the house and even sneaked into his office to have a look. Theres nothing. The kids go missing from school, from home, out walking. The sheriff station tried to set up a curfew but even that did nothing. The kids would go to bed at night and the next morning they were just gone, no sign of struggle, no sign of a break in. the kids were just gone.

now the reason I am writing this, I have been getting closer, I think. I found this strange note in the woods, written in scribbles but after reading it and rereading it I think I saw a name. Mr Crow normally I would have thought nothing of it, but after reading the name after thinking about it I’ve had this strange feeling I’m being watched. Its hard to explain but I dream of him, Mr Crow is real I can never remember I can’t remember his face, but I can’t get rid of this feeling that he is coming for me next. I guess I’ll see my dad soon enough, no that’s a bad joke. I’m terrified, I don’t remember starting this, I just sat down and began writing. He wants others to know his name. he needs others to know his name. if you have read this, I am so sorry. But he sees you now. He knows you know. He will come for you next…