Lucy Black Series

Book 1 - Chapter 4

Chapter 4 - The End

As I quickened my pace to get to the car I thought, maybe this wasn't done alone. I shook my head at that thought, I knew this town all too well and I knew no one would of helped Jessie, for I would have them locked up for life. I opened my car to the drivers side, when I got in I sighed. I just whacked my head off the steering wheel, how am I going to figure this out alone. Wait a minute, I'm Lucy Black, I should not doubt myself, this mystery was mine.

I put my keys in the ignition and drove out of that place, I needed to get away to figure out these clues. 

I ran thoughts in my head.

Start at the end not the beginning, I was trying to think of possibilities.

The beginning well me and Lucy became friends so closely after Danny died, it ended at her suicide. No, the note wouldn't be there would it? No, your going crazy thinking that. Wait, I have one more option. Where would the last place be, I would look for clues. I gulped down a lump, her house. I gulped down a lump as I drove to hers.  I turned on the radio to calm my nerves a tad, the station put on Her Bright Skies - Ghosts of the attic. I drove into her driveway, I knew where she hid the spare key and she also gave me a key to her house.

I stepped on her tarmacked driveway and breathed in a deep breath to gain my courage. I looked about and oddly no police, surely they would come here for clue? I shook it off thinking it was nothing. I took a step inside as I walked in, I thought, maybe I should look where I would look last. I went to the kitchen, after searching everywhere in the kitchen, I decided to move on to the rest of the house. By the time I was done it was two hours later and well, nothing. I was coming up cold.

Why was I not getting answers, was I losing my touch, no that's silly. Come on think, where would  I check last, sigh her parents house wait. That's when the light bulb flickered on in my head, my house. Maybe I was insane, loosing it, I should get that checked, something just screamed deep in my gut, my house or to stop. I was not going to give up this mystery, so I was going to the last place I would check, my house.

As I drove past the once beautiful street of my friends, it was now a waste land a cold and dead street. I drove up to my own house. I took in the house, it was all by itself for a few miles. I gulped down as I walked towards the house, scared what I might find. I stepped out of my baby and walked towards the old house that is mine. I stepped inside to find the house heated by my fire. It felt awfully lonely in here at times.

Though this wasn't the time to be lonely, this was the time to think. Where would I look, the last place I would look. Of course the basement, the darkest and creepiest bit of my house so I would stay clear from there.

I went to the door of the  basement and slid down the creaky steps into the cold and dark room of the basement. I never went here because as a child I was dared  to sleep down here and it was the creepiest experience of my life. Noises creaked and I swore I saw smoke rising and coming towards me so I screamed and ran out. Now I am an adult and still truly scared of this dark and dusty room. I went to the darkest corner were I saw the paper, yes paper.

It was wrote in her handwriting.

You got it, your braver than I thought and smarter too. I thought I would have had to leave directions. But where is the fun in that, so the next clue is. Go to were the childhood body lies beneath the soil, Were the spirits dance and the crows fly. You''ll figure it out. xoxoxoxox