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|The First Page (youngsters:other, 834 words) [1/2] show all parts|
|Author: homeydd||Updated: Feb 23 2004||Views/Reads: 18865/0||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This story revolves around an old diary that Liz had found in the house's basement junk box. It belonged to the previous owner of the old Victorian House in which was now the Parker residence. Curious, she flipped it open and began reading from the first|
"Liz! Remember to clean up the basement, ok?" Mrs. Parker called out. Liz sighed heavily and nodded. "Alright, mom," she answered flatly, dragging herself out of bed. She got changed and headed downstairs for breakfast. As usual, the whole family was already seated at the dining table. Liz greeted everyone and sat at a vacant seat next to her elder brother Evan. "Pass me the butter, bro," she said. "Sure," Evan replied and passed it to her. "Thanks," Liz said, and spreaded a thin layer of it onto her toast. She sank her teeth into it, consuming the whole thing in a minute. Evan let out a soft chuckle. "You must be very hungry, Liz." Liz shot him a glaring look. "Evan, it's none of your business. I've got to hurry because I have to clean the whole basement up today," Liz said. Mrs. Parker placed an arm onto her daughter's shoulder. "Honey, I know it's going to be a tiring day for you, and I'd like your brother to help too. But he's got to head back to school for a day-long band practice." Liz sat still and didn't utter a single word out of her mouth. She was mad that Evan had band practice and need not help in the household chores. That wasn't fair to her at all. Even though Liz had extra-curricular activities, she still have to help her parents out with the chores. "I know what you're thinking, Liz. But honey, we really need your help. Dad's on a business trip, Evan's busy with band practices, and I've got to help your grandma. You know, her health's been poor these days-" "Ok, ok. Enough of it, mom. I'll clean up the basement," Liz said. Sometimes she wished her mother didn't explain to her the reasons. Anyway, she thought to herself. It'll be good to do a little exploration of the house's basement. She hadn't step into it since they moved in here a couple of months ago. "Who knows something interesting will pop out of nowhere," she grinned. After seeing her mother and brother off, Liz closed the door behind her and started for the basement. Her loud footsteps created echoes that filled the entire basement. The place smelled of old wood, and dust and cobwebs covered every item that was in there. Liz could feel the old charm surrounding her. A dressing table sat at the furthermost end of the basement. "Hmm...interesting," Liz whispered to herself as she picked up a box of old make-up powder and examined it for a moment. The place was beginning to sound like an adventure now. She rumaged through the drawers and took out everything that was found in them. An old paperback and a thick, heavy book fell out. Liz grabbed them in time before they could drop onto the dusty ground below. "Boy, this is heavy!" she exclaimed as she placed them onto the dressing table. She took a look at the old, heavy book. It boasted beautifully carved patterns on the cover, and its edges bounded by the now-rusted gold border. Curious of what was contained inside, Liz flipped to the first page. "Lina Willoway..." she read and flipped to the next page. "Geez, it's her diary!". Liz felt as if the atmosphere was getting tensed as she continued reading further. It was getting more and more interesting as the second-hand of the clock ticked by. Through the diary, Liz uncovered a number of secrets that Lina had kept to herself. She could see that Lina was a pretty secretive person who knew a lot but didn't share much about her knowledge. Liz came across a page that she wished she'd never flipped to. "...Today, my beloved husband John was being murdered in the basement at the hands of our chauffer. I was extremely terrified when I found his lifeless and cold body lying there. Oh how I felt like dying too..." Liz read, her voice trembling a little. It sure did send a shiver down her spine and goosebumps started to appear on her fair skin. So, there was a murder being committed right here decades ago, down in the basement! Liz could sensed that someone was watching over her at that moment. She felt terrified and wanted to leave the place at once. However, she couldn't bring herself to it as her eyes were glued to the rest of the entry on that page. It got more terrifying as she scanned down the lines. "Stop it, Liz! Stop it!" Liz scolded herself. Cold sweat appeared on her forehead, but she couldn't take her eyes off the diary. She felt as if it was trying to tell her something important. "Please...stop it..." Liz sobbed. The diary still wouldn't let her off till she'd finished reading that particular entry. Liz finally brought herself to close the book and chucked it back in the drawer. Thereafter she hurried up the stairs and out of the creepy basement... (to be continued.) Tweet
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