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I was standing on a wood plank, to cross the lake

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I was standing on a wood plank, to cross the lake. It was a pretty big pond. It was named: Lake Nevila. Even though it was one; if not the biggest lake in our village, no one visited or came near it, all for one reason: the church at its entrance. The church was now known as the "The Smiths haunted Catholic Church," formerly known as simply "The Smiths Catholic Church." If you are wondering why, it was given that surname, I will explain it to you. The family who owned the kirk were all murdered, one by one, at different times but the same year. For the longest time, this tragic event was in the paper. M. Lionel Smiths, the first lady; Linda Smith and their child Lorelle have been brutally murdered, and till this day; 8 years later no one knows who was crazy enough to commit a horrible crime. The worst part was Lionel and Linda's bodies had been found, but not Lorelle. After 5 years the authorities declared her dead.

"Anaya!" I heard my mom yell from afar, that was my sign to go back home. Me, my mom Katheline , and my brother Benedict live by the lake. My dad had disappeared awhile back after Benedict was born. The last time I saw my father, he was fighting with mom about someone doing something bad. Dad walked through the door with mom yelling at him to come back, but we have not seen him ever since. We were poor but my mom was able to take us through school and put some food on the table for us.






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