A Journal's Threat

Prologue, Second Journal Entry, January 9, 2017

I'd never been able to hold my tongue, I've always been the type to speak when unspoken to. Keeping quiet was unusual for me, but after an incident a year ago, I hadn't uttered another word remotely close to what I thought was the death of me, the death of me and my sister. That day I realized that my innocence for death disappeared in only one night.

For my entire life I'd been involved with the rough truth of the paranormal, but no one believed me when I said I could see and speak to the dead against my will.

My father is an investigator, dealing with bloody deaths and psychotic criminals quite often. Me, being seventeen at the time, witnessed a lot of blood and helped my father with some of the murder cases successfully, and in turn blood and gore didn't bother me.

My mother is a baker, she makes the richest, moist sweets that can make a person's day just by the strong scent. She makes a lot of homemade sweets at the house, and me sister has a sweet tooth, so she gets a lot of the best tasting sweets that can be made.

My mother had always told me to look on the bright side of things, because that's where happiness lurks. I've also learned from personal experience to pay attention to the little things, things that wouldn't matter to others. The little things, like the soft, sweet, nostalgic smell of that same candy shop you walked by when you were younger, the scent of freshly cut grass in early summer, the wind in your face when you walk at the beach, and the off but comforting feeling of walking in the woods at night.

I'm not the only person to look at the small things, my sister, Jaiden, always takes a moment to look at the flowers, to smell the chill wind, to smile when a bird sings, and to listen to the waves of the water at the beach.

One particular day, Jaiden was in the back yard of the house on the porch, brushing her dark brunette hair with a brush from our grandmother. The moment I walked up, before I even had a chance to speak,she asked me if we'd ever have any real adventures, like going into an abandoned building without permission and speaking to something that wouldn't normally speak, or just living on our own with no one to tell us what to do or what not to do.

I didn't know what to do or what to say, so I just stared at her.

"Come on," she said. "What if we ran away, run into the woods! Adventures every day, we'd live in the abandoned church a few miles out!"

"Oh, I don't know, Jaiden, what if something bad happens and we both die in some idiotic way just because we wanted to have some adventure?" I spoke quietly, I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to go, for I had a bad feeling about the situation if we went.

"No, we won't die! Come on David! What, you scared? You think there's some ghost?" Either way, I'm going with or without you," she was becoming very persistent when she interrupted me multiple times as I tried to speak.

"I'm not scared- listen, Jaiden, I know you want some adventure in our lives, but don't you think it's going a little far to run from home? You're only sixteen and I'm only seventeen, we're far too young to even think about running away, we have a nice little life here," I spoke with a voice of fear, though I wanted to go the more I thought of it.

"I'm going on seventeen in a month! I'll be just as old as you, and we're going to be adults in a year! I don't think that's 'too young' for running away," I winced as she spoke.

"You're absolutely impossible, I just can't convince you, can I?"

"I'll always win, Dav."

I sighed. She would never let it down if I said no, plus the nickname made me more annoyed. "Fine, We will leave tomorrow afternoon, don't make me regret it, okay?"