Hey everyone! This week I decided to write a story without using prompts. Midway through writing it however I realised that it was too long for our standard entries so I shall be splitting this story into two parts. This is the first part- hope you enjoy. Please read & review!
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I never
imagined that my life would change so abruptly. I thought my life was going
nowhere- I was stuck in a place where I was constantly shunned, where I had no
friends, and no company at all. I kept being told that things would get better,
but nothing seemed to be changing- I really thought that that was it. I was
going to be stuck in a depressing life.
But that all
changed when my parents surprisingly bought a new home in the countryside and
forced us to uproot our entire life to settle into a new place. It was easy for
me of course, but I could tell that it was stressful for Mum and Dad. It
definitely wasn’t easy for them having to change jobs and everything, but I was
grateful that they were still willing to do this for me.
It was a
huge estate that Dad had bought with his hard earned money. It was a small town
where everybody knew everyone, so I was quite nervous about not fitting in- but
that all went away when I met my friends. Plus, there was all this greenery and
space for me to roam around during the day, so I could also occupy my time
exploring my wonderful new home.
I had a
great time, and my life could not have been better. Every day there was a new
place to explore. One day, I decided to silence my fears and went into the
basement which had always creeped me out. It must have been from the stories
I’ve read and movies I’ve watched, but I was not going to let this irrational
fear take over me.
I’ve never
understood the purpose of basements. If you had such a huge estate you could
easily build a shed to store your belongings. But upon entering this basement,
I started to see why. This wasn’t just a basement to store tools; it was where
the previous tenants had kept their precious belongings.
How long have this been here? I wondered as I leafed through all
their belongings. All I knew about them was what Dad had told me- that a family
used to live here, until their son died in an accident and they decided to
leave town and move elsewhere. The house was abandoned for many years, until
now. Beyond that, I knew nothing.
My attention
was brought back to my surroundings when I spotted a diary. Blowing the dust
off the cover I saw that it belonged to a Jack Coleman. I flipped to the first
page. After a few pages I gasped. This was the boy who died!
Saturday, January 15, 1978
I can’t believe Papa and Mama moved
us here. I hate that Papa got the job offer. Why does he need to bring all of
us here anyway? I have no friends here, and everyone seems to already know each
other in school. Just today I thought I had a friend in Colin, but he was
clearly not interested. What else can I do? Just spend my time here I guess.
Every day I run around this estate, exploring every nook and cranny. But one
very interesting idea came to me today. I want to research and understand the
previous family who lived here, and why they left. After all, what else is
there for me to do?
‘Honey, time
for supper!’ my Mum yelled, which brought me back to reality.
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That night,
I spent the entire night reading Jack’s diary.
Monday, April 5, 1978
I found it! I have been at the
library almost daily trying to find records of who used to live in our estate.
I now know that it is called the Beck Estate, after the Beck family. The entire
family died here, but I could not find any information on that. Tomorrow, I
will search for more. But I wonder what would cause an entire family’s death. I
hope it isn’t a murder, that would be awfully bone chilling and I would have
some sleepless nights for sure.
I can now proudly tell others that
Stanley Beck used to be the owner of this house, with his wife Maria, and his
kids Nicholas, Isabella and Maxwell. Not much is written about the family; it
appears that they were quite reclusive. All I know so far is that Mr Beck was
in the farming business, and that this huge estate used to be a corn farm.
From old school records, I have also
gathered that Maxwell was quite the scholar. He may be the youngest, but he is
definitely the brightest. He’s won everything from the local math competition
to the spelling bee contest. I think I would have gotten along with him well.
My next research target would be the
basement. I have always feared the basement a little, but I think it is now
time to finally venture there. It says that the family kept their most prized
possessions there, and I overheard Father saying that he might want to clear it
out soon.
I wonder where this obsession with
the Becks would lead.
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I could not
believe myself. I had stumbled upon something historical and monumental! This
is amazing. I found that I could not stop reading Jack’s journal. The more I
read, the more I understood. Maxwell had died of some disease that was common
back then, but he had also infected the whole family. It was quite a sad tale-
an entire family perishing just like that.
The more I
read, the more absorbed I became. What happened to Jack and his family? Did he
die of some disease too? I wonder where this obsession with the Colemans would
lead…
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(to be continued)
(to be continued)
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