The Boy In The Photograph

// four //

"Do you want me to come with you?" Oli asks me.

I shake my head, "No, you can hang out with them, I'm gonna go check it out on my own. Meet me at 4:00 at the café across the street?" I kiss him and he nods.

"Call me if you need anything!" He says and catches up to Kellin and Vic and they start walking around, looking at all the shops and stuff.

However, I am doing something much more interesting! I'm going to check out the library. Haha, yeah, I'm a bit of a nerd.

I enter the old building and the smell of books greets me like the smell of freshly baked cookies. I love it!

I begin to browse the aisles and unknowingly come upon a table that has a book about the town's history on it. I flip through the pages but stop when I see our house on a page. I sit down at the table and begin to read all about it. It even has a list of all the previous tenants!

I learn that our house was built in the early 1900s and it was the grandest house in this town in its early days. A family with the last name of 'Biersack' built the house as a vacation home, but it turned into their permanent residence. The family only had one child named Andrew, who went by Andy.

As I read his name a chill went down my spine. Why?

I kept on reading about the family. Apparently they were all very nice, but tragedy really screwed this family over. The reason they only had one kid was because the mom constantly had miscarriages and Andy was a miracle baby. When Andy was 15 his parents were killed in a train accident. Their train derailed - just like the train that they were talking about on the news did.

Now I have goosebumps all over my arms. That is a really wierd coincidence.

After his parents died, Andy stayed in the house by himself and continued to live life just as he had before his parents had died. He eventually found a girlfriend named Juliet and apparently they were the best match ever, but yet again tragedy struck down on him.

One night, while Andy and Juliet were sleeping in the house, someone broke in and killed Juliet and Andy. The murderer held a pillow over Juliet's mouth, and she suffocated to death. However, Andy was shot in the mouth.

"Can I help you miss?" Someone with a British accent says from behind me and I nearly jump out of my skin at the sudden disturbance.

"Geez, you scared the crap out of me!" I said and turn around to see a boy who's around my age, with really curly dark hair and dark eyes looking at me with a look of concern on his face.

"Oh, I'm truly sorry! I didn't mean to." He smiled and I nodded.

"It's ok, I was just reading something a bit chilling." I say and he looks at the book.

"Ah, the Biersack plantation. Indeed, it is a very spooky story. I assume you finished reading about it?" I nod my head. "Well then, I shall tell you what the book won't. The Biersack's were lovely people, but they had very bad luck, as you read in the book. However, a lot of people didn't exactly think that the parents' deaths were an accident. And they had reason to! You see, their son, Andy, was a bit of a trouble maker at times. When investigating the deaths of the parents, the police saw that the train had derailed because of some missing track pieces. Someone had pulled up the track! And most people thought it was Andy who was responsible."

"But, they have no proof. How they could they blame it on him?" I asked and he shrugged.

"It is just a theory. But people are even more suspicious about the death of Andy and his girlfriend, Juliet. Most people believe that Andy killed Juliet and then killed himself. They don't think it was an intruder."

"This is insane." I say.

"If you don't mind my asking, why are you so interested in that property?"

"Oh, well my boyfriend and I bought it." His jaw dropped.

"You're actually living there? I would probably be too creeped out to even go in!" He says and I smile.

"Yeah, it can be a bit overwhelming at times." I say.

"Well unfortunately I've got to get back to shelving the books, so I'll leave you be. Oh, I didn't catch your name?" He sticks out his hand and I shake it.

"Peyton, and you are?"

"My name is Matthew Healy, but my friends call me Matty." He says and I grin. He's really sweet and nice.

"Well, Matty, maybe if you're not too scared, I could give you a tour of the place since you know so much about the history of it." His face lights up.

"Oh, yes, indeed! It sounds splendid! Here's my number, just call or text me if you need anymore help with anything!" He smiles and hands me a piece of paper with his number on it.

"Will do, see you around Matty!"

"And I'll see you around, Peyton." He says and disappears back to the shelves.

I look at my phone and see the time. I need to get going and go to the café since it's almost 4:00. I gather my things and head out across the street.

Well, at least now I think I might have figured out who the boy in my dream was, but I can't be sure because I didn't see a picture of him. Maybe if I ask Matty he could find one for me.

I put my hands in my pockets since the breeze was picking up and feel a paper in there. I pull out the folded up object and nearly scream.

It was the paper from my dream!