The Curse of the Werewolves

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Property of Hannah Stonehouse.

A picture of me ( Hannah Stonehouse) from the year 1997
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Pg#1

Year: 1998
Date: July 6th 1998
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What's more worse than being trapped in a grey jungle of concrete and glass with constant rain outside? I cannot decide, but I could definitely tell that all this continous downpour of rainstorms have been making me feel naseaus. I have been trapped in my own house like if I am in the captivity of a prison. All the roads have been flooded, and all the houses have been wrecked.

As to make matters worse, I could not write my articles with the noise of the neighbourhood. There has been reported a twisted murder case some weeks ago, and my company hired me to write it and publish it as soon as possible. To write that article is valid, but the seemingly irritating fights that go on between that Spanish couple right next to my door has made my work delay.

To every hour of the day, or evening, or night, I hear those heavy shouts of a man, and then the woman retorts, with her thin high-pitched voice. Also, my typewriter keys seem to get stuck sometimes, and it is a little hard to write on it. I oiled it last night, but it is still no use. Maybe I need to purchase a new typewriter.

I have always enjoyed my career: Journalism. I never expected it to be... Frustrating, until a series of storms arrived and "that" couple moved to the next door. Not to mention that I have not published an article since 2 weeks!

Pg#2

Year: 1998
Date: July 7th, 1998
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There seems to be a sudden end to the rain, and I am thankful for that, or otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to go to my office. Right now, I am sitting on the breakfast table {alone} and sipping a hot cup of tea. I am going to leave for work just a few minutes later.

My parents called me yesterday. They told me that how happy they were that "Aunt Regina" recovered from Malaria. They told me that they were going to come back to Zurich in some weeks, and that I should get my summer chores done {cleaning the house}.
I am happy that they are coming back quite soon.

My grandmother has been willing to see me. She has called me several times to visit and see her. She told me that how much the area around her had changed since I was last there. The weather had become colder than usual there, and that the number of animal attacks have increased.

I kind of laughed at her saying, "Do you know that the number of animal attacks have quite increased?" And I replied, "Grandma, are you losing your mind? There are hardly any animals living in your area. Or even if they are, they are just small mammals." But she told me that this was serious.

I told her it did not concern me. Later-

Pg#3

Year: 1998
Date: July 7th, 1998.
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-Later, I asked her about the Marlinspike village. Marlinspike was, or if it still exists, is, a small village located between the life of trees and underbush. It is ( as I remember) a village with ancient shops of antiques and souvenirs. It has old cobbled streets, less amount of living people, and so on.

She replied to me that the population has been growing since I left. And the weather has gotten colder. I have been noticing that Grandma has been in despair to meet me in the flesh. Her calls have been bothering me a little.
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