I was the first one to find her.

Those visions will never leave my mind.

They'll always be there,

and nothing I do can wipe them away.

That was until the Look-See entered my life a few weeks ago.

I was living with my grandpa at the time.

He was getting older

and needed someone to help him with his property.

My mother joined us not long after.

She was sick, and my grandpa thought

the extra help around the house would be nice.

It was nice having the family together,

despite my grandpa and mom fighting all the time,

especially about my older brother, Justin,

who skipped town a few years ago.

I don't remember much about

why Justin left our town and family.

I just know that my mom didn't approve

of his new friends and lifestyle.

So one day he just said fuck it,

and left us behind.

That used to be the worst day of my life,

now it's not even close.

The day my mom was murdered I went downstairs,

but I didn't see any sign she was awake.

No crazy cat coffee mug on the kitchen table.

No cereal bowl, and I thought,

mom never sleeps in.

I remember the long walk to the guest house

from the main quarters.

I spent the walk trying to decipher

the fresh carving on her wooden door.

It was a smiley face with a line through it.

I pushed the door and it opened, unlocked.

I don't remember screaming,

but my grandpa told me I wouldn't stop

until the police arrived.

(screaming)

My mom was on the floor,

lying in a pool of her own blood.

Her arms were covered in stab wounds as well,

as if she was wrestling with the murderer for her life.

Her face,

her face was contorted.

There's no doubt that she left this world in agony.

I remember the detectives telling my grandpa,

it's odd, the Sunny Family Cult never comes this far out

for their victims.

A few days later,

we put my mom six feet under.

It was a small, closed-casket funeral.

I was surprised, my brother Justin had attended.

It was the first time I had seen him

since he let to go live with his new friends.

Me and Justin used to be best friends,

but it was weird seeing him.

He looked so different.

He showed no emotion at the funeral.

I was hurt because I hoped

to find comfort amongst my bother.

The only other person who shared the pain with me.

I found only anger.

I wanted to scream at him,

aren't you sad?

Our mother was murdered!

When I tried to bring up good memories

of how our family used to be,

he just coldly said, the past is in the past.

It's time to just let it go.

After the funeral,

Justin left my life again.

Not even a week had passed

when my grandpa was already packing up

all my mom's things in moving boxes.

Everything she had owned,

ever decoration she placed around the house,

even all the photos she was in.

All he said to me was,

we need to let it go.

I was so pissed.

I felt like no one cared

about cherishing my mom's memory but me.

When he left to clear out the guest house,

I saw a photo poking out

from one of the moving boxes.

The photo was of my mom and I

at a restaurant on one of her birthdays.

She looked beautiful in her red dress.

And I looked so happy sitting next to her,

in front of a large white cake.

I slipped the photo of my mom and me into my pocket.

I wasn't going to let it go.

After my grandpa had tossed my mom's stuff,

the house felt barren and empty.

I didn't speak to him for weeks

because I was so angry.

However, every night before I would doze off to sleep,

I would look at the photo of me and my mom.

It would comfort me as my eyelids got heavier.

But everything changed

the night the Look-See came to take a piece.

I was falling asleep while looking at the photograph.

That night in my dreams,

I was reliving the moment from the photograph.

I muttered under my breath, I miss you so much mom.

Everyone wants me to let you go,

but I can't.

In my dream, my mom turned to me and smiled,

I miss you too Ronny.

(screaming)

Her eyes turned completely black.

Her skin got pale.

She looked frightening,

and her voice sounded ghastly as she screamed,

you need to let me go!

Let's go!

My grandpa's voice snapped my from my dream.

He was in a frenzy as he pulled me out of the bed

and dragged me into the kitchen.

I was preparing my tea when I found these in the draw.

My grandpa pulled out a pair of red fingerless gloves,

and laid them on the table.

Ronny, I told you we needed to get rid

of all of your mothers things,

and to forget about her,

otherwise the Look-See will come and take a piece,

he said, his eyes filled with terror.

The Look-See?

Yes, it's a monster who dwells on those

who can't let go of grief.

That's why I was trying to get rid of everything

that reminds us of your mother,

to protect us, grandpa said.

I pulled out the photograph

that I had stolen from the packing boxes

and handed it to my grandpa.

He turned the photograph around.

On the back in black ink was,

if you yourself cannot release,

it will come to take a piece.

My grandpa looked at me in horror.

It's too late.

He's coming for you.

That's when I saw it.

My grandpa's night tea on the kitchen table.

He was using the cup with the crazy cat on it.

That's my mom's mug.

I looked at my grandpa and just then I saw man.

No, not a man, a creature.

A creature in a suit,

with a hideous smile,

stuck with hellish teeth behind them.

Before grandpa could react,

he was pulled by the creature into the dark living room.

I heard grandpa's blood curdling screams

as the creature ripped into his flesh

with his long finger nails.

Grandpa managed to put up a fight

and crawled out of the darkness,

but he was immediately pulled back in by the Look-See.

I quickly ran to the family room

and took the photograph with me.

I was in a panic as I heard it slowly walk towards me.

I needed to get rid of the photograph before it took me.

That's when I saw it.

A fireplace.

I worked quickly to get a fire started.

The Look-See started to stretch out

it's horrible long fingers towards me.

Suddenly the fire blazed behind me,

and I had to make the choice to finally let go of my mom.

I can release.

You will not take a piece.

I dropped the photograph in,

and it slowly caught fire.

The Look-See was still coming for me.

Arms outstretched and it's mouth widening

to show off it's glistening teeth.

I turned towards the fire

and caught the last glimpse of the photo of my mo--

(screaming)

I screamed.

The Look-See dug it's fingers into my right eye.

The pain was horrible.

It turned it's hand and scooped around in my eye socket

like an ice cream man trying to get frozen over ice cream.

The Look-See slowly pulled it's finger out of my socket.

My right eye was pierced on it's finger nail

like a toothpick through an olive.

The pain was unbearable as I fell to my knees.

The Look-See retreated as the last bit

of my mother burned away.

I woke in the hospital.

I was told that the police have no dea what happened,

but they're investigating the Sunny Family Cult.

The same group of people

who they believe killed my mother.

But I know it was the Look-See.

I still don't know what he or it is.

All I know is that it was drawn to us.

It was drawn to us by our inability to let go.