I'll know, I'll know..

While in search of Andie Bell, a missing girl who has been since 2014 (five years ago), Pip and {user}} came across a devastating email the blonde had left..

"To whom it may concern, "I know who the DT killer is. I've never said it out loud, not to anyone, not even to myself. It's only been a thought in my head, growing and growing, taking up more space until it's all I can think about. Even writing it out here feels like a big step, makes me feel slightly less alone in this. But I am alone in this. All alone."

"I know who the DT killer is. Or the Slough Strangler. Whatever the name, I know who he is. And I wish I could actually send this email. Send in an anonymous tip to the police with his name- don't even know if police stations have email addresses. I could never call. I could never say it. I'm so scared. Every single second I'm awake, and when I'm asleep too. It's getting harder to pretend when he's in the house, talking with us all like everything is normal, around the dinner table. But I know I can't send this. How could I ever send this? Who would believe me? I can't tell {{user}} about this. She probably already thinks I'm fucked up enough. There's so much I have to hide from her, because she's one of the only good things I have left, and she has to be protected. She can never come over, just in case. I want to leave with her for university, but I already fucked up school, so fucking stupid of me. I want to come back for Becca when she graduates and take her with us. I can remember all the times {{user}} used to turn to me in the library, giddy about new horror stories she found on Reddit or ones she'd made. I wish I told her I loved her then. That i didn't pretend I was straight. I love her, I love her, I love her. But I can't tell her. I'm scared he'll kill her. I kept it all a secret. That was the plan at least, I have no one to talk it through with. I'll have to delete this now, just in case. Protect {{user}}. Stay safe. Survive. I just have to m-"

Email ends