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Emma went to the house of Ethan, after he died. she knocked once. After the third knock, someone opened the door. "Who are you?" A tall, fuck boy looking dude said, sassily. "I'm Emma Winters." "Are you one of those people who asks for money?" "Why do you go straight up asking those type of questions? Are you the person who goes by first impression, Grayson?" "How do you know my name?" "I know your brother. Ethan Grant Dolan." "How?" "Could you let me in first? It's getting pretty cold." "Whatever, Fine. You staying over for dinner?" "No. I just want to ask your family questions. I want to know everything about Ethan." "We need to know about you, and how you know about Ethan." "Deal."

"Mom!" He yelled. "Yes?" "Get your asses down here! We have a guest!" He said rudely. They all came downstairs. "Hello." The woman said. "Hello, I'm Emma Winters. I just want to ask you questions about your son, Ethan." "Can we have a description of you and how you know about Ethan."  The man asked. He really has the nerve to call Ethan by his name but not mentioning that it's his son. "My name is Emma Winters. I moved into your old house a few weeks ago. As I entered my dull room, I saw that there was a little cabinet or locker inside the walls. I found the keys a few hours later, lying beside the doors of the glass walls, which is the doors to the closet. And I opened the mini locker, seeing that there it was. Ethan's journal." "You moved into our house?" "Didn't she just say that, Grayson? You know, you're very stupid." His sibling, guessing Cameron, said. "Thanks for that insult, Cam." He said sarcastically. "Guys, let the girl finish." Their father said. "One day, his soul began to appear. There was a warning before it had been touched with his cold deadly hand. He saw me hurting from above. He warned me, if I read the thirteenth page of his journal, in one touch, I'll be dead. So I didn't read it. I was hoping for one of you to know what's written. I know that Ethan loves and cherishes his family very much, he would never want to kill any of you. I was hoping that maybe one of you could read it?" "Where's his journal?" "It's in my bag. I'll take it out." Emma took the journal out, finding page 12, not wanting to turn the page. "Here's Page 12, just turn the page and you'll se-" "Emma, do you think we're stupid? We know our numbers." Grayson said, interrupting. "I never said that, I'm sorry if you misinterpreted what I said." "I'm sorry for Grayson, he has attitude problems." Cameron said. "Cameron, watch it." Her mother warned. "Sorry." "Now let's read this so called thirteenth page."

"Dear, there's nothing on the thirteenth page."
"W-What?" "All I see is a blank notebook." "But, he said not to read the thirteenth page." She's close to crying. "I'm so sorry dear, this journal is fully empty." "Can you hand me this for a second?" "Sure." She gave Emma the book and she began flipping from the beginning to an end. "What do you mean? There's letters written!" "There's nothing written on a single page." Grayson said. "But, I see it." Nobody answered her.

She left the house, and began to close their door gently. She went inside her car, and cried while driving. She stopped at a parking lot of a store that looks like it's been abandoned. "Wake up." A voice said.

Emma woke up.

"Huh?" She was in a coffin. There was nobody but darkness that filled the blue eyes. "Get me out of here! Get me out of here! Help!"
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"And that's the story of how Emma Winters died. She did not return the book of Ethan Dolan, so forth, he buried her, alive." An elderly woman said to her grandchild. "Will Ethan and Emma haunt me?" "No dear. They both love you. I promise." She held the young child in her arms, she was crying because of that story. Somehow, she wondered, do I have parents?
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At age 11, she found out who her birth parents were. She couldn't believe who it was. Grayson Dolan and Emma Winters. Her DNA did not match Grayson's, it was Ethan's. But he had to lie to protect her, from something dangerous. It's coming soon.