The Story:

Martha was sleeping soundly in her room as a small storm thunders outside. It was honestly the first night she had managed to fall asleep in week, weeks since she had buried her teenage daughter, Sarina.

No one could figure out how poor Sarina had died, she had last been seen hanging out with friends who said at one point Sarina had disappeared, the friend thought that the momma's girl had just went home. It was only two days later, when Sarina's pale naked body had been found by some local hunters in the woods. The body had no visible wounds, except for two small puncture wounds on the inside of her thigh, near the groin.

There had been a thorough investigation, but every lead came up empty. Eeventually the case was deemed cold and the body was returned to the family.

Martha buried her daughter in a small plot on the family estate. She had become withdrawn and angry, pushing away every friend and family that tried to console her. So on a stormy night, exhaustion finally taking it's toll Martha slept, not knowing this would be her last night.