The Diary Owned by  the Nocturne Darkness

The Diary Owned by the Nocturne Darkness

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Marilyn's Diary *DO NOT OPEN* 6/26/2013 Okay, so day one of being back in a orphanage (thank god) I couldn't stand my past home, those jerkwads. Anyway, when I was in my past home full of jerks, the neighbor died, on the ceiling, like nothing supporting her on it or anything. It sounds a little odd to me. But, I did do research, and I'm certain it had to do something with demons, like actual demons, but who would believe a twelve year old kid rambling to some over-weight cop about demons? No one. But I've got to go, Mrs.Jane told us its diner (like I'm going to eat) but whatever. Love, Marilyn
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(Prequel to Clair de Lune) "We're born to believe the opposite of different is normal, and vice versa. Well, I'm the opposite of both." I lost my parents just before my fifteenth birthday. The circumstances were deemed accidental and it was swept under the rug. Truth is, someone covered up the whole situation and I was sent somewhere I knew no one would find me. I was swept under the rug too. Critter Ridge Orphanage is an old building placed in the pines somewhere in the state of New Jersey, run by a kindly woman and housing a family of others like me. Boys and girls all different in their own aspects. They didn't like me and I didn't like them, which was fine. Miss Huld, the owner, seemed to like me enough and that was all I needed. Things changed, though. They found a dead body on our property and everyone scrambled to lock the doors and bar the windows. The normal kids at school all started to edge away from us, from me in particular. They called us witches and devil worshippers. They were scared they might be next. I couldn't keep my nose out of where it didn't belong and then everyone was involved in the mystery. There's ghosts around every corner in this house, and if we don't figure out what's wrong here, we might just become the next ones.

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