"For twenty years, the supernatural was just fiction.
But now I'm part of it and can't stay out.
I have to protect her. That's all that matters.
I'm Hayley Marshall, and this is my story."
Diane Wilson was a normal twenty-year-old from Arizona. She...
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Chapter 2: Unexpected Trips and Unpredictable Guests
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The fireplace crackled happily in the Wilsons' house, and Diane sat in a rocking chair beside it. Winter break was her favorite time of year. She loved how the house filled up and adored spending those weeks with all her cousins.
However, there was still a day until their arrival, and Diane didn't know how to kill the time. Her holiday homework had been completed that morning, and the eleven-year-old almost wished she had been given more of it as she glanced at her backpack, which was abandoned neatly next to the dining table that she used as a desk because her mother liked to watch her study.
As her friends had pointed out, she was perhaps the only mother who still did it. The other parents had left them to study independently since the previous year.
Diane, however, did not mind. Her mother was always attentive to her, ensuring she had everything she needed, and was always ready and available to help her at any time.
At that moment, she was out shopping with the maid, and only she and her father were in the house, but this last was working in his studio.
Diane huffed. So, there was actually no one to keep her company. The television was locked inside its cabinet until seven that evening, at which point Diane would be allowed an hour of viewing before dinner. Books were also not an option. Diane had long since finished reading the books her father had made available to her from his collection. Her eyes returned to her backpack, and the girl bit her lip.
There was a book inside that she could read. Her friend Beatrix had seemed surprised when she learned that Diane had never read the Harry Potter series. On the last day before the holidays, she practically threw the book in her face, stating that she would never speak to her again if she hadn't read it before school started again.
Beatrix and the other girls in her class had been intrigued by the stories she'd heard about those books, but Diane remembered how her mother had turned off the television when one of the films in the series was on.
