Wolf Hollow

Chapter 12

A dead cat was lying lifeless in the road, possibly hit by a car. Definitely. Eleanor saw it on her way over to Darren's house.

"I've been seeing shit again." Darren told her.

"It's probably real," Eleanor said. "we told you about this block. People have died in this house."

"I even heard rattling in the basement."

They went to check it out. The chained door in the back was always the first thing on Darren's mind. What was behind it?

Eleanor searched around in boxes until she was stopped by a disturbing photo in a dusty frame.

It was cracked on the edges with splotches of dried blood on the middle of the frame. The photo was of a young man on one knee proposing to a girl around the same age.

The blood was on the frame, not the photo. But on the inside, the photo had small writing in cursive.

'You'll meet again in the depths, my friend. I love you Henry. And you too Jason."

Who was Jason?

On the back of the frame was a tiny pastel green paper note inside it. Eleanor slipped it open. There was so much in the basement and it would take a whole day to search it all.

The note read: "Henry Fletcher Swick and Jason Lee 'Jacie' Weaver Jr.   Just us two. We don't need anyone else.   June 15, 1919..."

Jason Lee 'Jacie' Weaver Jr was a girl, as crazy as it sounded. After 3 girls, she was the 4th and Jason Weaver decided to give her his name. She went by Jacie Weaver.

Funny enough the Weavers had their 5th and final kid two years later and he was a boy named Jack Weaver.

Henry Fletcher Swick was, well, Henry. Son of Ernest and Florence Swick. He was the youngest of three children. He was 6 months old when his family moved to Wolf Hollow.

They moved into the house that Albert was living in now. Albert lived in the house that Darren and his mother and sister were living in now.

Henry and Albert were best friends since the day Henry could talk. They were inseparable and did everything together.

Henry was Albert's only friend, while Henry had many other friends. Albert would always be jealous but he knew Henry cared about him and he would never replace him.

But he did one day. Or that was what Albert thought. Henry fell in love with Jacie and it was never the same.

He loved her. He couldn't live without her. Every waking moment he thought of her and wanted to spend his whole life with her.

Albert felt depressed. They were adults now. At this point, it was time to move on. Henry planned to marry Jacie.

Every sign and every piece of evidence lying around led to the possibility that Albert murdered Henry and Jacie. There was no one else who would have done it.

Back then, a few might have known but they shoved it aside. Albert's father was loyal and well-known, everyone knew Albert as a shy sweet boy, and it was thought that Albert's father could cover up his tracks too just as well as his son could.

Years passed and no one cared. The obituaries were in the newspapers but were ruled as suicides. Everyone said that Henry and Jacie commit suicide together so they could go together in heaven at the same time.