The Hidden Diaries of Charleigh Blaue

{Hello my lovlies. Thank you for so generously giving my hopeful-soon-to-be-novel-(a girl can dream)-a chance. I promise you, it's unlikely to dissapoint. Feel free to leave comments and critique my work but please keep rude and unnecessary comments to yourself. Enjoy!}

~Prologue~

I, Hazel Faith Leveske, have always lived a fairly decent, fairly normal, and down-right boring life. I mean, I've never travelled out of state, let alone Tallis County-(my home county). I've never had a passionate love affair... or a boyfriend. I haven't even gone to a movie theatre due to my father's strict and completely irrelevant rules.

Looks-wise? Boring, and dull, same as my life-(HA). I'm frail, dotted with freckles, and stand at the measely height of 5'3. I have charcoal black hair that tumbles in messy waves down my back and deep brown eyes, so brown that they've been mistaken for being black. I have a slightly angular face, that, in my opinion, isn't very femenine, and a relatively pasty complexion.

Formalities now out of the way, I will begin my tale. I'm going to make the assumption that you're making the assumption that this is just another cliché teenage life story, that of which a girl moves away, gains her independence, and falls in love. Happily ever after right? I'm truly sorry to tell you that, well, you're wrong. At least partially, because I did move away... and I did fall in love. But this story, my story, is more than that.

It was directly after graduation, at the age of 17 that I gathered my pre-packed bags and six years worth of savings and spontaneously hopped on the first cross-country flight to the small and, what I thought to be, insignificant town of Vale, Pennsylvania. I called ahead of time and arranged for a place to stay until I could get my feet back on the ground and find a place to settle. Apparently, visitors in Vale was an extremely rare occurence, for the lady I spoke with immediately told me that they had a small home available at no cost. Insane right? When I waved goodbye and stepped foot outside my home of 17 years, it was the last time I saw my family-(not that I minded), because what I didn't realise was that Vale wasn't, in fact, insignificant; it was the kind of place that would haunt my dreams for the remainder of my life.

During the day, all was good. But at night... not so much. Darkness seemed to leak from every crack and crevice the town had on display. The townsfolk cowered in their homes and locked the doors as soon as the sun set behind the thick layer of trees surrounding the place. Demonic creatures lurked about within the tangled branches, and occasionally took a life or two upon entering the town and breaking into one of the ancient homes. Come morning, every house would be perfectly intact, or as intact as they come in Vale, leaving no trace of evidence that terror had struck there.

But the house that I stayed in was different. The old riggety thing seemed to glow with a protective aura, inpenatrable. And call me crazy, but I believed then and continue to believe now that the source of that magic came from the one thing that unraveled the secrets of that town. The one thing that kept me sane, and more or less alive.

None other than, the hidden diaries of Charleigh Blaue.

{Please tell me if this book is worth continuing. Thank you.}