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The Tale of the Witch's Diary Part 4
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 Created on 6-11-08
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They walked into the house slowly. When they opened the door they were greeted by Purse, who had clearly been crying recently. Then they walked into the living room while Purse chastised Jess for not telling her where she was. Then they noticed the police officers. The cops left shortly after. Apparently, when Purse realized that Jess was gone, she freaked and called the cops. They ate supper, uneasily. Purse went to bed early. Jess held the diary. And just stared at it. Then she tried to read it. But there were no words on any of the pages. She flipped through it. She went to one of the last few pages that had writing on it. She saw that two pages were stuck together and for no reason at all she tried to pry the pages apart. She heard a noise behind her. It was Kevin. He said, “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost. You didn’t right? Or is that another witch thing?” She rolled her eyes. “No, you just scared me.” He sat next to her on the couch. “And you’re paranoid because…?” he said, cocking an eyebrow at her. “This stupid diary freaks me out every time I read it. But there aren’t any words in it now. Yes, that is another witch thing,” she said. He took the book from her hands, a confused look on his face. “But there are words right there!” he said, still confused. She took the book back from him. “Weird, there wasn’t anything there a moment ago,” she said. He suppressed a snort. “Yeah, that’s what weird these days.” She rolled her eyes again and read the page of the diary she’d missed before. It was a list of names. Some of them crossed out with a single line, some having no lines, and some were underlined. Her name was underlined. Kevin’s name was underlined. Her parents’ names were crossed out. “Kevin?” she said, her voice shaky. “What?” he said, sounding distant. “Kevin, look at this.” A pause, as he read the list and they sat thinking about what it could mean. “I… I think she… uh… someone wants us dead… or at least captured,” she said, through a constricted throat. She grabbed his arm nearly falling off her seat. “We have to go back,” she said, sounding somewhat delusional. “What? Go Where?” he asked. “Back to that cottage I… bought,” she replied, now sounding serious. “Why?” he asked, thinking it was very foolish. “That’s where we’ll find the answers, all the answers to everything. That’s where my parents are.”
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Please Login to post comments| On June 11th 2008 rosebrugh Said : | |
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interesting but have paragraphs..it doesn't let you get lost easily...i can't wait for the next one!kmp |
