The Nightmares Come While I'm Awake

All day I watch everyone else here, looking for clues as they place notes and little trinkets. I blend in as my job demands, and all the while I know it is as futile as staking out a church in order to figure out which soldier drove the nails into His hands.

Even so I’ve been doing my job, noticing. Not like that crazy asshole who thinks that he’s going to avenge you. He and I know that the one that did this to you isn’t going to come back here, but he doesn’t understand why. Your attacker is afraid of this place. Something about the water in the creek and how it churns as it takes the tight curve. I see your well wishers and admirers staring into it as they think of you. Sometimes I can’t help looking into it either. Is there something down there? Something missed by the initial investigators? I think there must be, buried under the loose mud.

He got to you before you got to it. But it is still keeping you safe, as best it can. Drawing everyone to you, making sure that you aren’t forgotten. What I need to know is, should I go into that water? Should I dig for whatever it is? I’m afraid that if I do, your killer’s work will be finished.