The Lobo Ville

Jessica

I prop cushions on the bed and sit down with the diary locked in my lap. I gently open it to reveal a photo of a girl and I realise the girl is the one I saw in the portrait. So I guess this diary belongs to the girl Jessica.

Dear Diary,

I don't understand what I have done to deserve this! I can't believe father and mother died last week in the accident. Uncle Joe says everything will be alright, but its not for sure! I can't live without those two but at least I have you.

                                                                                                                Yours truly,
                                                                                                                 Jessica Lobo

Woah! This girl's story is full of tragedies. I guess she and her family owned this ville. Since she is a Lobo and this villa is named after Lobo.

I sit thinking and wondering how long ago the villa was stated to be haunted. I open a new tab on my laptop and search. I was shocked, stunned.

Its was only a year since it was last abandoned. So I was wondering why it's not that famous and why no one came to search about it.

I guess people got pretty scared about the rumors and decided it was best to forget about this place.

I open the diary to continue:

Dear diary,

Oh it has been such an awful week! Uncle Joe and aunt Cara moved in the ville to look after me and they are great but for some reason I get an uneasy feeling around them. They make me do chores all day and their snobby daughter Veruca has even took charge of my room. I hate them so much!

I wish they would just back off and leave me to my own. I don't need anyone to look after me, especially not them. I guess that's it for now.

I turn to the next page. Blank. Then the other. Blank. What she only wrote two entries in her diary! But that's not enough! I was getting so caught up to Jessica Lobo.

Disappointed I lie down in my bed. I was feeling drowsy and eventually went to sleep.

*crash.bang. crash.splash. bang.crash.splah.clutter. bang*

I am woken by noises at 4am. My heart thuds and I get a spine chilling feeling. A drop of sweat trickles down my lower back.

Without much thinking I run out of my room to investigate the sound. I take tiny steps to not make much noise but my heart is beating do loudly that I wonder if Jude can hear it at her home.

The noise was coming from the store room. I open the door and take a step back. A dark figure could be seen behind a patterened curtain.

Who could that be?