It wasn’t a piece of paper. It was a … photograph. Of a girl. A beautiful girl. Even with the eerie distortion caused by the flowing water, turned a garish yellow by the flashlight’s glow, Jess could clearly make out the features. The girl in the watery photograph was Giselle McKendrick. And the photograph fluttering in the creek had been defaced with the same ugly black slash mark that marred the smaller photo found by Jess in her room.
