After leaving the burial ceremony, we were on our way back home, my home. My father drove the Jeep and I was in the back seat with Kylie and Dianna. Kylie said she'd follow me back, and I was grateful for that, she had grown on me so much I didn't know what I'd do without her.

I was looking out the window, everywhere was already dark as we left there late. Suddenly, I felt someone looking at me, a very sharp sense that someone was looking at me. Suddenly, Dianna started crying, it was then I knew I wasn't the only one who felt the sensation. I looked outside...