If walls could talk

Miss Nancy Drew

I honestly dont even remember what my first instinct to do was. Seriously. Who the heck could have left that note. It could have been Asia, but no she was with me. I decided once again, to let it go. Later on I would figure out that my decision was a bad idea. But we'll get into that later.
I walked outside and looked at the road. 2 people were walking with their dog. I had the idea that maybe I should take a walk. I haven't seen the whole neighborhood yet, and now seemed like a good time. I went inside and told my mom where I was going.
"Mom, can I go for a bike ride around the neighborhood?"
"Yeah, but be safe."
"Okay."
I got my bike out of the garage and started peddling down the road. When we moved here, my dad said that we would be living in a nicer neighborhood than we used to live in. What he meant by that was you wouldn't look out your window and see someone's head being blown off. Although, this neighborhood sure looked like someone just did. A bunch of rundown shacks and old molding houses were all I could see ahead.
I continued to peddle my way into town. I had only been on the highway to my house once, so I had a lot left to see.
It was getting pretty warm, so I decided to stop at silly shavings, a snow cone stand, and get something to cool me off. As I stood in line, I overheard two teenage girls' conversation.
"Hey Sidney did you hear about the hell house?"
"Yeah, do u know who moved there?"
"Some people."
"Obviously..."
"I can't believe someone bought it. Haven't they heard of all the breaking in at that place? They're nuts if they think it's safe,"
I wonder who the other family is, I thought to myself.
"Yeah, especially after those two girls got lost. You've heard about the Carvan's curse! That place is well... Cursed!"
Ok now I knew who they were talking about... Me.
I didn't want to hear anymore of this. I wouldn't sleep. I got back on my bike and peddled as fast as I could back home.

I didnt want to tell my mom about this. We already had enough stress on the whole family.  So I guess this means i have to take this on for myself.

I got out a journal in my room. I made a cloumn on one blank piece of paper and titled it CLUES. Underneath it I wrote...

1. Note from random stalker.

2. chalk

I left the rest open for future use. I felt like a detective all ready for my next case. Future Nancy Drew in progress.