My name is Amy Lombart.
I once had parents, a brother, friends, and someone I loved.
But they joined hands and pushed me into hell.
They called me a “slut” and a “psycho.”
Strangers online said I deserved to die.
So, in essence, I did die.
Like a bug crushed underfoot–my corpse became nothing more than gossip fodder.
They never listened to my side or cared about what I had endured.
What they didn’t know was that I had written it all down in my diary.
Maybe one day, someone will open that diary and hear my story to its conclusion.
Even if it was just one person.
If you’re reading this, I beg you–help me live on.
***
“Good evening, everyone! It’s your favorite host, Kyle Jensen!”
“Today I’m here at the number one haunted house you all voted for–the site of the infamous Wall Corpse Case from five years ago!”
Under the eerie night sky, Kyle and his team hurriedly set up their live- streaming gear in front of the rundown entrance.
The area around them was choked with weeds and completely deserted, with only a crescent moon casting a lonely light.
Suddenly, the screen was flooded with comments like “Amy” and “bitch.”
Viewers were furious.
“Why visit that slut Amy’s house?”
“This is so unlucky!”
“Amy had a parade of lovers when she was alive, and with her family’s wealth, she even kept a dozen young men here.”
“I don’t buy it. What rich young woman would choose to live in such a desolate place?”
“Kyle, you’ve changed. Now you’ll make money off anything.”
“Let’s just leave. Amy doesn’t deserve any attention.”
The screen continued to fill with angry comments.
Kyle grimaced, feeling a headache coming on as he watched everyone around him cursing and complaining.
However, with the show’s popularity soaring at the moment, he knew he had to continue.
“Don’t worry, everyone. Do you know who I am? I’m Kyle!” he declared.
“As the host, I’m here to give you all a different perspective, not to sugarcoat the actions of someone who would set up her own brother.”
While speaking, Kyle brandished a silver crucifix and raised an eyebrow at the camera.
“Rest assured, if this malevolent spirit dares to cause trouble, I’ll make sure to send her to hell.”
As soon as he finished, the show erupted with cheers, and everyone enthusiastically applauded Kyle for his excellent performance.
He caught a whiff of decay and moved toward the door.
With a slight nudge, the door gave way with a thunderous crash, leaving Kyle rooted to the spot, shocked by the scene before him.
“Dammit!”
Adam Lombart growled, shattering the wine glass in his grip.
“Amy! Why is she reappearing now? Can’t she just remain silent and buried in that wretched place after five years?”
Frustrated, he lit a cigarette and, watching the smoke rise, dialed a number. “Kellie must never learn about this. We can’t let Amy’s name reopen old wounds for her.”
Just then, Kellie Meade, who had been approaching Adam, stopped in her tracks.
With a pained expression, she softly said, “Adam, the departed have moved on. I’ve come to terms with it. Even though Amy hurt me in the past, she’s faced the consequences. We need to move forward—I don’t want to linger on past mistakes anymore.”
At that moment, my father emerged, his expression twisted with rage as he shouted, “That girl got what she deserved!”
He commanded Adam to increase the TV volume.
In a bad temper, he poured himself a glass of red wine, drank it quickly,
and exclaimed, “That disgraceful girl can’t even stay silent five years after her death. Let’s see what she’s planning now.”
On the show, Kyle’s shocked voice echoed.
“What the hell are these?”
The walls were draped with moss and vines, and through the withered leaves, dark bloodstains were visible.
For an instant, the chat went silent before erupting into chaos.
Kyle gestured for the cameraman to move in for a close–up, and the flood of comments threatened to overwhelm the screen.
“Amy must be out of her mind–why do something so revolting?”
“This woman is just trying to get famous, pretending this is real.”
“I heard she killed a bunch of chickens before–maybe she smeared their blood up there.”
“She even cried on live camera after being diagnosed with depression, then passed away a few days later.”
“Maybe someone thought she was such a drama queen, always talking about wanting to die, so they gave her a hand.”
“Hahaha! Well done!”
I felt the same way. My death had become a spectacle for strangers. “Is it funny?”
