A birthday surprise

Finally I Updated This One! lol

Miranda's pov

I shakily grip my grandpa's locket as we walk into the public library. "We should check the newspapers. The electronic kind." He says, rubbing his chin in thought. We were looking for the right article. My eyes land on the watch on his wrist. He's never taken that off except for when he gets in the shower and we go to bed. I reach out a hand and hold his. He glances over and smiles. "You alright?" I nod. We find the article about ten minutes later. "Says here, she was a suspect but they didn't have enough evidence to convict her. They didn't do fingerprints back then." I sigh. "How are we gonna figure this out?" He leans back in the chair. "Why do we even have to?" I don't know. "We don't have to it's just I hate that she got away scotch free after killing that little girl!" He sighs. "Let's keep lookin'."

*later*

I go back to the place. I sit on the really old bench. "What are you trying to tell me?" I whisper, staring at the hole he dug to get the trunk. The police already took the bodies. They say it's a cold case and won't bother going into it again. I sigh and stand up. "Man, we sure let this place go." I whisper, sighing. Suddenly it returns back to the house, clean and new. A man and the murderer girl are yelling. "I can't believe you cheated on me! You have a daughter with another woman?!" Wow. So I guess that's the reason for killing them. "It was not on purpose! I got high and I didn't know what I was doing!" Wow, this whole family is fucked up. I walk over to get out of the way and lean against the wall, watching. Suddenly it changes to the building a burned out smoking shell and the man sobbing with a hammer and some boards. I realize he's building the bench that sits there. This is so bizarre. "Hey! What happened to you?!" I shout. I know what happened to everyone else. The girl who killed them is living in Michigan. Of course he doesn't reply. "I'm so sorry. It shouldn't have happened. You were innocent." He gasps, crying. Probably talking about the little girl. I walk around after he stands up. The bench, brand new now, has a plaque that says, For Anna Grace. Died too young because of jealousy and hatred. 1945-1955 That isn't there anymore. Probably from age. What is this?! What are they trying to show me. I shakily walk backward and feel my feet give way. Oh no! The sink hole! I fall down a very long deep hole. But what I come out onto, shocked me. A skeleton is hung by a noose to a metal ceiling. It's some kind of underground bunker or something! I scream and fall back.

Jason's pov

I know exactly where she is. I wish she would've texted me instead of me waking up to her being gone! I walk into the little hidden house. "Darlin'?" I call, confused. I thought she'd be here. I walk back out, scratching my head in confusion. The watch shockingly still is ticking even though I've walked out. She's here. I have a feeling. I walk back in the room. "Miranda where are you?" "Jason?!" Oh jeez, she fell down the sinkhole. "Honey?! You okay down there?!" "There's a dead man down here." She gasps. "How do I get out?!" Hm..... "I'll get a rope!"

Miranda's pov

I hear his footsteps fade away. "I'm sorry about your daughter." I whisper to the man's body. I don't know why I said that but I did. A rope gets tossed down. I thankfully climb up it. He hugs me tight. "Are you okay?" "Yeah. Just bizarre." I whisper, staring down the hole. "Hey Jason," I whisper, looking at him. "Let's go home." He smiles and nods. We get back home and relax on the couch. I drift off on his shoulder, one hand around my locket, the other resting against the tarnished old unticking watch.