Chapter 2, Finders and Seekers

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12.10.1973, Thursday 

The next few months turned out be be very harmonious and peaceful for the family of four. 

Ophelia started to work on the farm again by feeding the animals, helping her mother with the garden, knitting together on the terrace with her grandmother or just keeping her father company while he tried to fix one of the old rusty cars he won on some auction.

 Sometimes she even went on small adventures with her dog, searching for bugs or fancy rocks by the river.

Everything seemed to get more...normal for them. 

Until, the discovery was made. 


13.10.1973, Friday 

The young girl was wearing an old apron with strawberry's painted on them, the pinkish color of the fruit not really visible through all the dirt covering them.

 She just came back from a lovely but exhausting day in the garden with her mother.

 She entered her no longer new room, she got used to it by now.

 Ophelia placed the small shovel, which she just used to plant seeds, onto her nightstand when a sudden clacking ripped her from her thoughts. 

It fell behind the wooden table. 

With a quick clack of her tongue, she moved the nightstand out of the way with the leftover strength she had stored in her body.

But as soon as the table was partly moved, bit by bit of an grape sized hole in the wall got uncovered.

 An irritated look of both surprise and fear appeared on the girls face. 

Her eyes stared intensely at the ripped edges of wallpaper around the opening, an odd aura seemed to come from it, she swallowed down the dry lump in her throat. 

Her delicate hand moved not more than an inch over the hole, she noticed slight whiff of air emanating from it. 

How weird, she thought and attempted to leave when a rustling noise escaped the dark pit in the wall. 

Ophelia turned her head back to the wall, the rustling continued,getting more furious by the second she leaned forward to inspect it further.

 A noise,no,a voice so breathy some might misinterpreted it as an single blast of wind slithering its way out of the dark.

 The dark haired girls color got whipped right off her face as her mind tried to process the word she believed she made out of the tiny hoarse voice 

"T-Teeth?" 

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