october 24th, 1987
Saturday October 24th, it rains, thunder falling shortly after. Families take shelter inside, outside roars. On this Saturday morning, you will find a raven haired girl anxiously rummaging through the draws of her bedroom vanity, her heart races as she frantically floats across every inch of her bedroom, searching for something yet to be found. She looks for a yellow envelope topped with a blue velvet bow, while a burst of cold moist air suddenly courses through her bedroom, her windows have flown open. She rushes over to shut them close, goosebumps piercing through her skin. She pauses sporadically an unsettling feeling welling in her stomach, her heart beat increasing rapidly, she knows somethings wrong. She can feel it.
october 25th, 1987
Sunday October 25th, fog has blanketed the town of Rosemary Heights, but so has blood. On this Sunday morning, a girl is found. her body mangled, viciously mutilated and dismembered. Her mother is found hovered over her cold body parts, crying hysterically and her blonde hair once pulled back now in a frenzy cascading down her back. All the while her father is seen as calm but his insides shake dangerously, he speaks coolly to the detectives that have just arrived, as he tries to keep from shattering. Meanwhile a boy no younger than sixteen rides his bike through Bakers Drive with a squeamish feeling in the pit of his stomach, he peddles faster but stops when he hears a shriek in the distance, all the hairs on his body are standing and he continues to peddle but is now distraught by the abundance of police cars, and a dead body. her body. Grace's body.
But this is where it all starts doesn't it:
The infamous death of Grace Witchaker. Aka The ghost of Witchaker Manner.
WITH ONE EYE- coming soon
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soooo!!, this chapter was literally taken from my grade eight creative writing piece that i submitted for a contest, so bear with me. better updates coming soon!!
