Secret Twin

Part 8: The Diary

"The key hides beneath where you search." What could that possibly mean? The key hides beneath where you search? Zadie swore she was going to spend her last brain cell trying to think what this riddle meant.

"I have to go back into the office." Blake exited the front door before she could even say a word. According to Blake, this serial killer had killed 6 more people in just one night. They must have a lot of time on their hands, impressive really. Killing 6 people in one day. Which meant they had killed 32 people already. Apparently they had started killing only about three days ago.

She didn't take her eyes off the note. She just kept thinking, she had recently asked Blake if he had any ideas. Obviously he didn't, he was no help. Zadie didn't know why she asked in the first place.

"The key hides beneath where you search." Maybe it's hidden beneath something. Perhaps it's not somewhere obvious. Maybe it's inside the ground. No, it couldn't be that easy. Could it?

She decided to go to her room instead of sitting in the living room. She went up to her room, the minute she opened the door she found her answer. On the walls in blood it had written. "Underneath the floor boards."

Had she finally found her answer? Had Marilyn finally told her? It was about damn time anyway. Zadie was about to lose her mind trying to find out this riddle. I mean she was close, almost. Okay maybe not close at all, however she tried.

Underneath the floor boards. Perhaps it was in here, since the message was drawn here. Zadie wasted no time. She put the note down her bed and ran out the room. She looked through the almost the entire house trying to find a tool to pry open the floor. She looked through closets, drawers even bathrooms. She could use a kitchen knife she thought.

She had found a black light while searching. Perhaps she could find some things. Though, why was it in her parent's room? Out of all the rooms in this house, her parents?

Perhaps she could even find something in Blake's room. She entered his room, though she felt bad for searching through his room, it also felt needed. Plus it's not like she was searching for any secrets or personal information. All she needed was a better tool, maybe a crowbar or something like that.

Surprisingly, he did. Why did he keep a crowbar under his bed she had no fucking clue, but she was glad he did. When she exited his room she found her. Marilyn. "You're getting closer." She whispered her dark hair still covered her face.

She hadn't talked in a while. She disappeared into thin air like she always did. She quickly went to her bedroom. The note had moved from her bed, to a spot on the floor. She lifted the note and with all her force. She hit the floor with the crowbar. She kept hitting the wooden floor over and over, until it broke. She smiled, she had finally done it.

She moved the wood and found a key around a rope. She grabbed the key and quickly opened the drawer of her nightstand. She picked up the diary and put the key in the lock.

She turned the key that made it unlock. She dropped the key on the ground, finding no use for it anymore. She opened it up eager to finally find what it was. She flipped to the first page and read.

Date: August,11,1994
Today was amazing, my sister and I played with our dolls.
We played house I love Zadie, she's my world.
She's really my only friend. I mean she is my twin.
No one wants to be friends with me. I don't know why.
My mother and I did some gardening.
I love planting flowers with her. It's calming for me.
My father had too much work, so we couldn't do anything.
But I understand.
Marilyn White.

What did she mean by twin? What? Marilyn was her sister? Her twin sister? Why didn't her parents tell her? Zadie had to keep reading. She flipped the page and began reading.

Date: August,12,1994
My father and I walked down the trail.
Zadie and I even played in the garden.
We always did. It was always amazing playing with her.
But, I was in father's office and I found something.
I found a folder. It had a picture of a man.
It said that mother and father, poisoned him.
It said that he died.
Should I confront them?
Is this true?
Marilyn White.

What? What did she mean? Her parents poisoned someone, killed someone. How could her parents do this? Why did they do this? She flipped through a couple pages, they didn't really seem important. She flipped to the last page and read it.

Date: September,15,1994
I confronted mother and father.
They didn't seem too happy.
They said that it wasn't true, but I don't believe them.
But, they told me I was grounded and sent me to my room.
Did I do something wrong by looking through their stuff?
They haven't even fed me yet.
Marilyn White.

When Zadie flipped the page again she found it blank. She had only written three pages. But, she had figured out who Marilyn was. She was her twin sister. That explained why she looked almost identical to me.

Though there was something that didn't make sense. Why did she die? How did she die? Why had her parents been accused of killing someone? Why couldn't she remember?

So that's why she was in their family photo. That explained why she was with her. It explained a lot, but also opened more questions.

Now she felt more close to Marilyn. She was her sister. Zadie turned her head to find Marilyn standing next to her. "You're my sister?" Zadie asked it was a stupid question to ask, she already knew the answer.

"Bingo." She said. Her dark hair wasn't covering her face. Her eyes looked normal, they were brown, like hers. She had a smile on her face. "Get some rest, you need it, sister." Marilyn said before disappearing.

She decided to lock her door and put everything out. She didn't want him barging in and seeing all that stuff. What would he think? Plus, she did need to tell him that she found out the riddle.

Though, she did what her sister told her to. To rest.