Peek at evil and it'll peek back at you!

Screwed. I was completely and absurdly screwed.

Trust me, I'm not even exaggerating this time.

All my life, I thought I was one of those lucky girls who grew up in a rich, loving, and caring family, with normal parents who would do everything for their kids and who worked hard to create a healthy environment.

I remember when I was in seventh grade, many of my friends had issues at home. Abusive or drunk parents, divorced parents fighting for custody of the kids, a toxic environment with a lot of disrespect, and some were terrible, like my best friend Kelly at the time, who got beaten every single day by her father, for no reason.

Sorry, I should probably introduce myself first before continuing, because what I'm about to share isn't pretty and is very personal. I want you to know me a bit before we dig into it, so you have context and better understand my story, okay? Well, also because I don't want you to judge me too fast or jump to conclusions before having the full picture.

My name is Jenny, I'm 20 years old, and at this very moment, I'm writing you this letter from a psychiatric hospital. I know what you're thinking, but remember not to jump to a conclusion yet. The story I will tell you happened two years ago, when I was 18. I was living with my parents, Karoline and John, and my little sister Lucy. Life was going pretty well, and since my parents were rich, we could literally have everything we wanted.

One day, I was back from school and decided to go to the garage and look for a box with old pictures that my mom used to show us when we were kids. The garage was enormous, and we had a lot of sealed cardboard boxes.

I started opening them and managed to find some of the old family photos, but there was one I was missing. I wanted to find the photo of when Lucy got her first giant bear, and how she freaked out because it looked a bit like a possessed toy. Lucy was only 10, and despite my mom's concern, my father insisted on giving her the gift because it was handmade by my grandmother on my father's side.

Why did I want to find that picture so bad? Because it would be Lucy's 15th birthday, and I wanted to prepare something original and fun to give to her.

I kept opening boxes, but couldn't find the photo. You know, while some people collect books, paintings, clippers, etc. My mom was a collector of boxes because the garage had at least 60 boxes scattered. I would spend the whole day looking for that picture.

I opened five and had already decided to give up, and just when I was about to leave the garage, I looked to the right corner of the room and saw a small orange box that looked more like a safe. It had a note on the outside saying, 'Just some boring family stuff. ' I mean, I would have believed it if it wasn't locked up.

Why would my parents have a box with a note saying 'boring stuff' and then have it locked up? I thought about opening it, but then I couldn't avoid thinking that I could find something embarrassing, like certain types of photos of my parents, if you know what I mean. I would be traumatized for life. Honestly, I don't remember seeing this box there before that day. The smartest decision would be to just ignore it and leave. But...I couldn't.

I was too curious to know, and I had to find a way to open it, so I did it. At first, it looked just like another box my mom would seal with a lot of old papers, some family pictures, and I even found a strand of Lucy's hair, wrapped in a sheet of paper, tied with a rubber band. The name Lucy was written on the paper covering the hair. I found it a bit weird. It gave me some kind of voodoo vibe, but obviously, it was just my parents trying to keep something from Lucy's childhood.

I kept checking the box, and when I was almost finishing, I found a very strange object that looked like something from the past century. It was made of metal, a bit heavy, and had one single button with the word 'Press here' crafted above it. Despite being a bit suspicious, I decided to press the button. I mean, it was something in my house kept by my parents. So, what could possibly go wrong, right?

I pressed it, and immediately after, a lot of photos and documents came out of it. You won't believe it. I was looking at some very disturbing photos. They had a lot of Lucy's photos, from the day she was born until the day before I found the box. On each of the photos, they had small sentences like 'The kid that will save us is finally here' or 'We will deliver her soul to keep the family wellness.' The photo from the previous day said 'Tomorrow is the day. She's almost ready.' At this point, I was scared as hell. The most disturbing thing, though, was the note I found there:'We voluntarily offer our child to you, God of wealth. Please take her as a form of gratitude for everything you've been doing for our family for generations.'

What the hell is going on here? What was this box about? What do they mean by giving Lucy's soul? I thought OMG! Were they going to kill her? That couldn't be true. I was in panic. I wish I had never opened that box. Some truths are just too hard to tell.I didn't dare to confront my parents about the box.

The next day, I decided to be ready to protect Lucy no matter what. We celebrated Lucy's birthday normally, and the party ended around 23:00h. Everyone left our house, and my parents suddenly decided that they had to leave and take Lucy to an appointment that was scheduled for 23:30. I asked what kind of appointment, and they refused to say. I then asked if I could join them, and they refused, saying it was too late and that I should just go to bed and rest. I looked at Lucy, and she was scared. My parents were acting strange, and I knew why.

They got into the car, and I desperately insisted that I wanted to go with them. At this point, they got mad at me and said I was being disrespectful to them. I ran to the house and picked up my father's gun, which he used to keep inside a box under his bed. I knew for sure they were going to kill Lucy, and I couldn't allow it. When I returned to the patio, my father was already ready to leave. I screamed, "Wait, please don't go!" My father looked at me, gave a weird and creepy smile, and started driving. I was shaking with all the adrenaline, and suddenly saw my mom turning around holding something that looked like a gun next to Lucy. Without thinking much, I fired. I shot both of my parents. Lucy was screaming and freaking out.

"Sorry, Lucy. They wanted to kill you. There's no appointment; it was all made to kill you." – I said while looking at Lucy with my eyes filled with tears.

Lucy, confused, replied "What are you talking about? You are the one who just killed them. You killed our parents. You're a monster!"

"But I swear they wanted to kill you. I just wanted to protect you. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt them. I was just worried about you." – I desperately tried to make Lucy understand why I did what I did.

"Why would you think they wanted to kill me?" – Lucy asked with a tone of disbelief.

"Because I saw that weird box in our garage, and they had lots of weird pictures of you and notes saying they needed to sell you to some kind of spiritual being. I know it sounds crazy, but it's true. You need to believe me, Lucy" – I explained while trying hard not to lose my mind.

"Oh, I believe you, Jenny,"- She said.

"Really? Thank God. I can show you the box," - I replied, sounding a bit more relieved now.

"No need. I believe you because it was me creating this box and not our parents." – Lucy just revealed this shocking truth to me.

"What? Why would you do such a horrible thing?"– I asked, terrified.

"Because it's Halloween and I was just messing with you. I didn't expect you to kill our parents. Well, also because I hated them, not gonna lie." – Those were the last words I ever heard from my sister.

Digging up the past was her worst mistake. Yes, I lied to you before. I'm not Jenny. I'm Lucy, and I'm actually the one writing you this letter.

Jenny is still in the psychiatry hospital, my parents are dead, and I got what I wanted: to have my parents gone because I didn't like them, and at the same time, I got everything my parents owned just for me. I did it all on purpose and even managed to convince my parents to participate in the prank. Asking my mom to hold my fake gun in the middle of the chaos, was definitely a brilliant idea. I knew Jenny would play the hero to protect me, and she would kill our parents for me, if she felt that I was in real danger.

Honestly, I did not want to hurt Jenny. Despite everything, she was actually the only person in the world I could stand, if it wasn't for the fact that she was the perfect person and my parents' favorite daughter. 'Oh, you should be like Jenny.' or 'Oh, Jenny at your age was already doing this and that.' Gosh, I was so sick of them all. And Jenny? Why didn’t she just call the police like a normal person would? She couldn't help but play the hero, so I guess she got what she deserved.

And remember:

You should not look for what you're not ready to find.