Dark side

Chapter One

April 18, 1853

Dear Diary,

I have been writing in you for almost a month and yet my words from before now seem to have no meaning what-so-ever. Today has been most peculiar and I can't seem to figure out why. At first the day started out as usual.

I woke up at dawn and got dressed, then went to the village market where I got some eggs. However what I noticed that was not familiar at all was a woman that seemed to be following me. Of course I am aware that nobody would want to follow me, because I am simply not a very exciting person. So why did I have that strange feeling, Dearest Diary? And the woman had a very peculiar look about her.

She had very short, red hair, and she was wearing a corset but the dress she was wearing was tattered and torn. She carried a screaming child in her arms, and she was hardly trying to console the poor dear. I hurried my pace and she came along as well. I started to get frieghtened because where ever I looked she was there, until I was about half way home. She seemed to vanish, the child along with her. I got an odd sense and chills, so i hurried my pace.

Then the strangeness began when I got home and my little brother was all alone. He was just sitting at the table, practicing his french.

"Timothy," i began "where are mother and father?"

he looked up "I do not know where they are. They said to stay here and study, so that is what I am doing." he explained as I nodded. It was quite odd, for Timmy is only 7 and really can not stay by himself, he is quite helpless really.

"thats a good boy Timmy." I said, though my thoughts were else where. I had a feeling we needed to leave the house, do not question me either, diary, for I have women's tuition.

"Timothy, get you coat. We are going out, alright?" I looked at him. He was such a sweet child with his little glasses and floppy brown hair. He was my little brother and if I felt something was going to happen to him, I would take him with me anywhere, and so that is what I did.

"But Mum said--"

"Timmy, I dont care what Mum said. Go get your coat, I will write Mother and Father a note." he nodded and ran to the foyer. Moments later he came bounding out, a troubled look on his face.

"What are you doing, Tim? I said to get you coat." I was running out of patience, you see, for he takes what seems like an eternity to do little taskes like this.  

"I cannot get my coat."

"why not?"

"It is not there."

"of course its there!" i yelled. "I put it there only last night!" he looked shocked at my outburst but qquickly got over it.

"Go look for yoursekf then, because I have yet to see it." he pointed towards the coat rack, which I checked and discovered it indeed was not there.

"oh, alright Timmy. I'm sorry for yelling. You may use Father's extra" he nodded as we headed out the door, hand in hand, the strange feeling never leaveing.

So you see, Diary, why I say that it has been the most bizarre day? I lay in bed righting by the candle light, and still the feeling of being on edge lingers! I swear if it keeps up I shall go mad! I suppose I shall sleep and see what happens in the morning. Good night, Diary. Wish me to sleep tight, for surely I shall not.