Mount Haven

Mount Haven

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Prologue: The Letter That day went like any other. I parked my mom's old Ford Escape in the driveway. I had just gotten off work, and it was my last day. Before I walked into the house, I grabbed the mail. A cool breeze whipped past me. I began to look through the mail, like routine and headed inside. There was a cream-colored envelope with big blocky letters saying "Arielle Lancaster." Which would be acceptable only if it wasn't from a place I've never heard of before. "Mount Haven"... might be a scam. Right? The lettering looks like something from the government. Curiosity washed over me, and I opened it. I walked inside to see my parents were gone. I shrugged it off and headed to my room. My eyes began to skim the letter. "To the next of kin of Leah Fletcher," The letter began. Who is that? My eyes jumped to the next thing to catch my eye. "You now fully own 1582 Everest Drive, Mount Haven, Maine. You will need to come and take care of this property." My eyes then jumped to the bottom of the letter. "If you have any questions, please contact me at 723-356-7891." I grabbed my phone. My body began to shake. "Hello?"I asked.
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As our red SUV pulled into our gray driveway, I saw the mailman drive away. My mom parked the car and I hopped out, my feet making a soft 'thud' as they hit the ground and grabbed my dance bag from the trunk. "Honey go get the mail." My mom told me. I nodded and headed down our cemented driveway. I opened the mailbox door and heard the familiar squeak. I grabbed the mail and closed the door. As I headed up the driveway I shuffled through the mail. Mom, dad, mom, dad, dad, and me? I never get mail. I carefully opened the Manila envelope and scanned over the letter. I squealed and ran inside.

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