racing down the tracks, the crunch of stones with every step, the train bridge ahead stretching across the river

“Hello? Mark?”

“Ian? Is that you?

“Hey, yeah. Sorry, I, uh… It’s been a while.”

“No worries, man. Life happens. How are you doing?”

“Okay, good…”

“And how’s Olivia? Work must be hard through all this.”

“Yeah, yeah, I suppose so….”

“Ian, are you okay?”

sliding down the banks, reeds swaying in the rushing current, the sun low to horizon

“Something strange happened, and well, I need your help.”

“Sure. What is it?’

“I… I got a VHS tape on my doorstep this morning—“

“Okay. Like, one for a VCR?”

“Yeah. Don’t know who left it. No name, no note. Just the word ‘play’ carved into the spine.”

“Nothing creepy with that.”


“So did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Play it?”




“What was on it?”

walking past the wood pilings, the train bridge towering above, a path leading into the trees

“Ian, do you remember Caroline?”


“Caroline. Tall blonde. We hung out with her in grade eleven.”

“Oh, yeah… I think so. Why do you ask?”

“Do you remember what happened to her?”

“She moved, didn’t she? Some time during grade twelve.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Okay? So, why are you asking all this?”

the old house, with rotting floorboards and shotgun blasts in the walls

“I saw something on the tape. Something that didn’t make sense.”

“Mark, what did you see?”

on the second floor, caught in the dust and dancing light

“Are we sure she moved away?”

“Pretty sure.”

a body, crooked and bent

“What was on the tape, Ian?”

blonde hair and blood.

“Are we sure?”

Part 2 here

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