THE GOLDEN KEY

A New Toy Box.

ENTRY 1:

[Is this thing working? Okay, Hi everybody. I'm Keith Peterson. I'm just 12 and is dreaming of being a journalist someday when I get older. I kept notebooks filled with my imaginary stories about magical creatures and stack them inside a toy box. In this chapter, or should I say STORY. I'm the main character and tells you about my life as a kid detective, who will soon find out the truth about the missing man and his daughter. You should watch out for my other entries along the way, and at the end of every chapter, I will ask questions or opinions and be a witness of the mystery.

These will be my last words for now.

See you later.
*KEITH SIGNING OUT*]

Chapter One: A New Toy Box

IT ALL BEGAN AT A YOUNG BOY'S NEW HOME DOWN IN SCOTTLAND ON TOP OF A HIGH-PEEK MOUNTAIN....

"Mom, is this our new home? Can't we just live at our old house?" I asked.

We just got off from our car and took a wide look at our new home,No! Our Mansion. It looks HUGE for a normal house. I wondered about how many bookshelves and toy boxes could fit in one room. I hope a bajillion would do the trick. I held a wooden toy box filled with notebooks and put it on a wagon because it's too heavy to carry all the way to my new room. As me and my mom walked along the hallways, an old, bald man appeared somewhere from the corners and introduced himself.

"Goodevening,Petersons. I am Michael Dutché. Your new butler in the mansion." He said.

I smiled at myself and shouted with joy in my mind. I knew this was a mansion! Mom won't believe me even in her looks. My mom chats with the butler as we all walked to our rooms and other stuff like kitchens, bathrooms, and outdoor gardens with flamingo fountains made of grey-ish-baige limestones and seaweeds hanging from the base of the fountain.

"Are those seaweeds a design or is it just the fountain is really old?" I asked while pointing at the fountain and into the butler.

"It's just really old, that's all." He said and looked down on me and smiled.

"You're a curious young man, aren't you? You must have a beautiful mind inside of you. Shall we continue? We must get you all into your rooms, so that you can get ready for dinner. It's getting dark you see." He points at the sky and then we all continued the tour inside the great museum of living, or simply our house.

We have finally reached my room and I said goodbye to mom and Michael for now and entered inside. I looked around and saw that my room is as large as our first floor of our old house. I placed my toy box at the corner of my new study table at the left. I went walking and walking and looked at the pictures hanged on the walls. They were in a series of years, 1876-1992. I guess, they were the ones first to live here. As I walked another step after the frame of the 1992, I felt a glassy-cracked object below me, I hope I didn't break it. I looked down and saw another frame with the year 1993 on it and is partially burned on the right corner to the middle covering an image of a man and his daughter beside him. I picked it up and hid it in my pocket. While I was continuing my walk in the room, I spotted an old box covered in cobwebs and stuff. I kneeled down to get a closer look and blowed the cobwebs away. When all the dust was gone, it seemed that the box was encarved with twin flamingos facing eachother and a clover on the center. I opened it and saw a key inside and nothing else. I picked it up and raise it in the air and looked at it from front to back, and from side to side. I hid the key in my other pocket and carried the box which is pretty heavy eventhough it's empty. I brought it to the side of my new study table and took out the key from my pocket. I placed it on the table and opened the desk lamp. I pointed the lamp towards the key and examined it. I took the burnt photograph out of my pocket and placed it beside the key. I said to myself,

"This is weird."I whispered. " This could be some kind of a mystery case and I am the one who will SOLVE it." I went stiff for awhile then smiled.

I took a notebook out of my knapsack and a pen from my pencil case. I wrote something on the front like,

"MYSTERY CASE 1: THE MISSING PHOTO."

I snooped inside my knapsack again and took out my camera. I snapped a polaroid shot of the key and the burnt photo. After the photos were taken, I took out my tape(I have a lot of stuff in my knapsack) and taped the photos on the first page of the notebook and wrote,

" CLUES 1"

I took out all the junk in my knapsack and arranged it on the table, so that I won't get tired of taking something one-by-one out of it. I set aside the knapsack and focused on the clues I've got. I held the key and tutned my head from left-to-right. I was looking for a hole the key may fit into. I turned down to the old box and swooped to it. I quickly looked around the box, below it, and behind it. But no hole could be found. I snooped inside but still no hole, KEYHOLE. I closed the lid and sighed. Then I suddenly spotted a small crack beside the clover, it was encarved on the middle. I tried to scratch it multiple times and suddenly a keyhole appeared. It took a minute before I slid the key inside the keyhole. After it was perfectly inside the keyhole, I turned it and a pop! noise was heared. I suddenly thought that I broke it. But then a small opening opened at the base of the box. I peeped inside and saw a paper folded a million times. I tried to take it out, but my finger was too big to fit inside. I snapped my fingers and took out something from my polo shirt pocket. A safety pin. I twisted the pin and hooked the paper out. It looked really-REALLY old. I unfolded it MANY TIMES and saw that it was an old photo. I scratched my head and said,

"Who are these people?"

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Questions:

1. WHY DO YOU THINK THE PHOTO WAS HALF BURNT?

2. WHO DO YOU THINK WERE THE MAN AND THE LITTLE GIRL?

3. IN YOUR OPINION, DID THE LAST OWNER OF THE HOUSE LEFT ALL THOSE CLUES? OR SOMEONE ELSE LEFT THEM?

In order for me to see your answers,
You may comment it on the last page of this chapter or you may leave a message to me instead.

See you in the next chapter :)