Case Files: #1 The Haunting in Fairchild Mansion

Chapter 6

"If the master's bedroom is here.. then that is her room." Alvin points out a door at the end of the hall.

They opened the room filled with dust and as usual spiders and webbings. It's not even a bedroom- more like an office type. The cabinets make rusty noises that cringe in your ears.

CREEKK!!

"Man, it's hard to open." Cooper pulls using his might. And out scattered postmails and paperworks. "Oops. That was too much grip."

The kids collected the scattered sheets on the floor.

To: Olivia
From: Brooklyn

"Alvin, this name is quite familiar." She called.

"Isn't it Brooklyn Amber her bestfriend. Grandma Lolly used to tell about her mom's friendship with her. She said they were best buds."

"What are you kids doing here?!" Madame Vochichwa's voice boomed. "This iz restricted area."

"We were just wandering around." Diana replied. "There are no restrictions in this mansion, it's
ours."

"Still, we need rezpect for ze Olivia."
She insisted. "Go wander somewhere else."

"Good luck finding clues now." Diana frowned.

"Luck is always on our side." Cooper showed them a journal."Look what I snoop when Miss Bossy wasn't looking. Olivia's diary."

"Woah. They kept this during the early years?!" Alvin said.

"Let's see..." She put in. "She died at the 25th of May 1833, so she could've written during the past days."

"How about we start with this: Monday, May 20, 1833 - I baked pudding for my dog, Lorence...
It's a nice start, right?" Alvin suggested.

"Guys." They quickly hide their 'clue'. Mrs. Harper enters the room. "What's wrong? It's like you saw a ghost."

"We kind of did last time." Alvin pondered as Diana cuts him out.

"Diana, Bridgette wants to take you shopping. Is that okay with you?" She asked.

"Sure." I guess this mystery can wait for a while. She thought.

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"I heard you were intrigue by the ghost." Bridgette brings out the topic."Aren't you um.. scared? Cause I would be if I were you."

They were out choosing dresses at Star n' Glam Boutique. Diana was choosing an oversized white shirt.

"I''m into those things. Did mom told you?" She questioned.

"Yes, when we were out." She goes through the shoes picking some sneakers. "White or black?"

"Black can be a good option."

"I love black!" She chimed. "Perfect for hiding dirt."

"It does fit perfectly." Diana replied with a smile.

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Help~

"Olivia?" Her eyes widen.

She.. She killed me~

She looked like she's fading away.

"Wait! Don't go." She tried touching her but it was impossible since she's a ghost. "Who killed you?"

Her name is....

Before she can say another word she became opaque in sight.

NO!!! It was a chilling dream indeed.

She turns on the light and reads the pages of the diary. Looking at the board they made, pasting the clues on it.

*I'll make sure to give you justice no matter what*

"May 21, 1833.."

And with that, she began searching for clues.