My daughter’s screams turned into cries… a baby’s cries.  Then I heard a male’s voice call my name… “Diane.” My eyes were heavy… too heavy. “Can she hear us?”  There was the voice again… “We think so, she’s gotten close to waking up a few times, but has yet to fully regain consciousness,”  said a…

Staring at my daughter’s open doors was like getting a glimpse into my worst nightmare. I felt sick imagining all of the twisted things Carmina might have done to her; knowing it was all my fault. I walked up to the porch and saw blood leading into the house, and beyond to where it pooled…

I left the porch realizing that killing Carmina wouldn’t be easy… If I made an attempt, didn’t succeed and someone found out, I’d be arrested and my daughter would still be in danger.  Carmina would make sure to go after her to punish me. Whatever I did would have to be quiet, swift and effective….

I stood there staring at my biological daughter, while she stared back at me with an air of uncertainty.  “Hello?”  She said in an unsure tone; no doubt caused by me…a stranger at her door.  She stepped out onto the porch and closed the door behind her as if she were afraid that I would…

My only instinct was to try and protect my daughter… …but first, I had to find her.  The thought of seeing her again after all of these years…after all that had happened was almost too much for me.  I would be forced to face up to the biggest mistake I’d ever made. But, I had…

After a long and silent drive, Carmina and I were back in Midnight Hollow.    After Nick’s death, our house was never put on the market.  It just sat there like a vengeful ghost waiting for me to reenter and relieve the tortures I suffered at the hands of Carmina so many years before. I could…

With all that had gone on in my life…I found myself constantly questioning my sanity; wondering if any of it was actually real.  I felt like I was caught in this one particular nightmare I used to have as a child.  Where I dreamed that I woke up one morning and everyone was an alien…

  Over the next few months, Carmina did everything she could in an attempt to break me.  My once happy life here in Spring Valley was now a living hell.  I woke up in the mornings to see strange words like beauty written in blood red lipstick on my mirror. I’d go to the bathroom…

I spent plenty of time trying to anticipate Carmina’snext move, but after years passed and I didn’t hear from her again…I thought maybe her phone call was just a part of her game.  It had been over six years; with no word from her or Nick.  After all of that time, the memory of the…