I remember KittleWood a secretive place. Whispers, rumours and little city talk. It was all there. And it still is. May eighth rolled around and my family moved back into KittleWood after spending two years in Spain. My parents are photographers so I guess KittleWood didn't make the cut. They were probably tired of driving for hours everyday to go way out into Jascar, the town right beside Kittle Wood I don't blame them, I was sick of it too. They always ended up late to pick me up for school so I would always walk home. I don't even know how I still remember this! But moving to Spain for my parents work was not the real reason. The real reason is that exactly two years ago, all five of my best friends disappeared. All five of them. No one knows why, no one knows how.
