A/N: This story idea has been floating around my head for weeks. And now, the newest edition to my set of horror stories, here is the first chapter to The Diary of Elizabeth Scott.
Chapter 1: The Jewelry Box
Brittney screamed and ran down the stairs and into the hallway. Jeanette, who was wearing a surgical mask and holding a toilet brush, darted out of the bathroom alerted.
"What?! What happened?!" She asked her frantic sister.
"THERES A SPIDER UP IN THE ATTIC!!" Brittney yelled. Jeanette sighed.
"That's all?" Jeanette said.
Brittney glared at her. "Spiders are terrifying!" She said.
Jeanette sighed again. "Well, Miss. Miller wants us to help her out and she said for you to get stuff from the attic for the garage sale."
"No way!" Brittney said. "I am not going back up there! That spider was frickin' huge!"
"Fine. Have Eleanor do it. You can clean the kitchen, because that's what she is doing." Jeanette said. And with that, she turned and headed back into the bathroom.
"Good." Brittney turned and made her way downstairs. She waltzed into the kitchen and found Eleanor on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor. "Oh Eleanor!" She sang.
Eleanor looked over her shoulder. "Yes?" She replied.
"There's a huge spider upstairs in the attic, and I don't like them. Would you be a doll and clean out the attic for me?" Brittney asked in her most innocent voice.
Eleanor got to her knees. "But I have to clean the kitchen." She stated.
"I'll take over in here. You just go deal with the spider." Brittney said.
Eleanor shrugged. She got up and handed the sponge to Brittney. Then she left the room and headed up the stairs to the attic.
Eleanor entered the attic. It smelled musty and old. She looked around the floor to see if she could find the huge spider Brittney was talking about. She wasn't afraid of them.
She noticed movement. She bent down and saw a tiny wolf spider. "This is what you're afraid of?" Eleanor spoke aloud. The spider jumped back at her voice.
Eleanor placed her finger down on the floor. "Here little fella," She whispered. The spider jumped back from her finger. It moved forward and tapped it with it's front leg. Then it quickly jumped back. When there was no reaction from the finger, the spider moved forward and climbed aboard.
Eleanor lifted her finger from the floor. The spider grew alerted and ran in circles around her finger. Eleanor giggled. It kind of tickled. She made her way to the attic window and opened it. She placed the spider on the windowsill and the spider jumped off and scurried out the window.
Eleanor giggled again. Some spider, Britt. She turned and looked around the room. It was filled with boxes with different thing written on them.
She saw a box labeled "Old Toys." She made her way to the box and opened it. She saw a stuffed bear and many other toys. She picked up the old, worn out bear. She smiled at it. She fluffed up the fur on top of the bear's head. It marble eyeball fell out suddenly.
"Oh!" Eleanor said as the marble fell to the floor. It rolled away. "Hey! Come back!" She said. The marble stopped in the cracks of the floorboards. She put the bear down and went over to the marble eye. As she bent over to pick it up, something caught her eye. The marble had fallen in between the cracks of two floorboards. She noticed that one of the boards was sticking out a little.
Curious, Eleanor tried to pull up the board with her hands. She did not succeed. "Hmm..." She said. She dug around the attic until she found a box labeled "Tools". She opened it and pulled out a hammer.
She returned to the two floorboards. She turned the hammer around and used the end to pry the board up. To her surprise, it came off with ease. A puff of dust burst out of the space under the floorboard.
Eleanor sneezed. She wiped her nose and pulled the board up the rest of the way.
Under the floorboards was hay. "What the..?" She asked aloud. She sifted her fingers through the hay. They hit something solid. She reached her other hand into the hole and dug through the hay. She grabbed what her fingers had touched and pulled it out.
"Whoa," She whispered under her breath. She had found a jewelry box. Something was inscribed on top of it. Eleanor blew on the box. The dust flew off of it. She read the inscribed word.
Scott. All it said was Scott in cursive. Eleanor noticed a latch on the front of the box. There was a key hole, indicating that the box was locked. Eleanor searched through the hay once more, but could not find a key.
"Hmm," She hummed. Her eyes lit up. "Hey!" She pulled a bobby pin out of her hair. She stuck the pin inside of the keyhole. She twisted it and turned it, copying what she had seen on a cartoon once. Just when she was about to give up, she heard the click.
Eleanor smiled. She opened the box slowly, wondering what jewels were in the box.
As the box opened, a soft, eerie tune began to play. It made Eleanor shudder. A small glass figure inside the jewelry box began to turn, dancing to the creepy music. The figure had no face. Eleanor looked to the bottom of the box and frowned.
A book. A small black book was all that was in the box. She lifted it out . On the cover, a name was written in cursive:
Elizabeth Scott.
Eleanor stared at the cover. She turned to the first page and began to read.
I am so happy Mum got me this diary! Now I finally have one!
Oh, Eleanor thought. It's an old diary. She closed the book and placed it back in the box and then closed it.
Very cool, she thought, cradling her prize.
"ELEANOR!"
Brittney's voice rang through the house. Eleanor quickly replaced the board and put the hammer back. She stood up.
"Yes, Brittney?" She called out. She held the box to her chest.
"Come help me with the dishes!"
Eleanor giggled. She made her way to the stairs. She took one last look at the attic, then turned and walked down the stairs, cradling the small box.
Before she went down to the kitchen, she stopped at her and her sister's room. She placed the jewelry box under her pillow. My little secret, she thought. She smiled and turned to go to the kitchen.
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Well that was the first chapter. Yes this is going to be a ghost story. I hoped you liked it. If not, don't read any of the next chapters. Duh. Well, thanks for reading.