If walls could talk

Prologue

May 15. That was the day my life changed forever. That was the day everything in my life took a 360 spin. Some can say that it was for the better that it happened. Yeah, some questions were answered, I get it. But my life was on the line. All in all I made it out alive...barely though. Yet sadly not all of us did. And even though some worries were calmed, not all, and still not all questions were answered.

Chap. 1. Chalk

It's about 3:30 and our SUV pulled into the driveway of our "new" home. Looks of awe crossed my sister's skinny face. Her long dark hair blew in the air. She took one of her red painted finger-nails and brushed the hair behind her ear. I have always been jealous of my sister. She has always been prettier than me.

I hopped out of the car, slowly walking to the door. I wasn't so thrilled with this whole "moving" thing. Everyone else, well as long as we were going to have more than 1 bathroom, they were ok.

As I walked into the house, a musty old smell blew across the air.

"How long has this house been here?" I asked, holding my nose.

"Its been vacant for 2 years. But I think if we fix it up, it will look nice." He replied.

Asia, my sister, was already touring the house, probably trying to find the biggest bedroom. I went to the west side of the house and saw 2 bedrooms. Yeah, Asia lucked out and got the big one. I may as well have slept in the closet. There wouldnt have been much space difference.

"How am I going to fit all my stuff in here?" I asked, sticking my head through the doorway.

"It'll be a little small, we are planning to knock the closet walls out and then you'll have more room, since you can fit most of your clothes in your dresser anyways." Dad said.

"Great." I thought to myself, or maybe i said it out loud, because my dad gave me one of those watch-your-mouth-young-lady-or-your-grounded looks. It was getting really chilly in my room, and I noticed the window was open. Shutting the window, I noticed a small piece of white chalk sitting on my window ledge. "Hmm, must have been the old owners." I said to myself.

Walking out of the room, I went to discover the rest of the house. A white door which led to the garage was open. My Dad was out there visually placing where all of his tools and motorcycle gear would go. Another old door was around the corner. I opened it and found some old concrete steps. It was dark, so i carefully went down the steps. I felt around the corner and hit a light switch. If you were down there, you would have thought that switch turned on a fan that blew that same musty smell. Yuck! It clearely was an old basement. No carpet and all concrete, even the walls. I turned around the corner, and saw another small room, which looked like it had been an old game room. There was a big built in safe behind that. I turned around to head back upstairs. But I noticed another small area by the steps. There was nothing different, except for the walls. There was something written on them. Actually, a lot written on them. It just looked like a bunch of mumble jumble. When i turned around my foot hit a small carton and it fell over. I turned and looked. Hmm, what a coinceidence. Chalk.

Chap. 2 Violent minded

Even if it were a coincidence, it still wouldn't have changed the fact that I was up all night. I'm not typically one to freak out over something like this, but for some odd reason tonight was the night I did. It was just one of those feelings where u can talk yourself through it and feel relaxed, but 5 minutes later your worrying about it again.

The next morning came, and I slept through almost the whole day. I didn't expect to be able to sleep through the moving truck sounds and hammering and all the fixing noises going on. But I was clearly aware of it when I woke up. There were boxes on boxes outside of my door, with my name clearly printed on them. Courtney written in sharpie had a nice touch. I started to unpack the boxes and noticed an old photo album, a connect the dots activity book, and what looked like a notebook.

"Hmm. I don't think these are mine." I said to myself, and they didn't even have my name on it.

"Mom!" I yelled across the house.

She came to my room and stood in the doorway.

"What is it Court?"

"I don't think these are my boxes, they don't have my name on it."

"Oh no they aren't. The last owners must have left a box and we found it and gave it to you, since they were probably stuff that you would be interested in."

"Ok thanks, I'll look through it."

"Anything you don't want, give to Asia." She told me.

I continued to dig through the box. Nothing I was really into. A couple of nail polishes, makeup products, and jewelry boxes were all that was inside.

I tucked what I didn't want into the box and plopped it in front of Asia's bedroom door.

I kept the photo album, activity book, and notebook. I like to look through all that and be nosy. I looked through the photo album. There was a picture of two girls and 3 boys around a truck tailgate and a campfire. There were multiple photos that looked like they were camping or having some sort of tailgate party.  I looked at the notebook. Well, it wasnt really a notebook. It was more of a journal, with a lock on it, so... a diary. Unfortunately, the diary didnt come with keys, so i couldnt open it. I grabbed the word search activity book. Only a couple of the pages were used. 

"Hmm, that's weird." I said to myself. All the words in the word bank weren't circled, but other words were. Words like, back, open, door, window, kitchen, walls, pearl, lock, knife were circled in blue pen. Some were circled in pink pen.

"Well, these people sure had violent minds." I said out loud. I tossed the items under my bed.  

I noticed that Asia was looking through the jewelry boxes. She had a small pile of necklaces and bracelets sitting on the rug on her floor. I probably should have looked through the jewelry before i gave it to Asia. A lot of it was pretty.

I walked into the bathroom. The window was open. I shut the window and closed the blinds. That's when I noticed a smal piece of light purple paper. Something was written on it.

"Oh my God" I gasped as I read what was written on the paper.