S. Kimberly
Chapter one: New Home
"I hate this place." Said Kimberly, looking at her new room. She and her parents had moved into an old mansion in Little Hangleton. The villagers said it was haunted, about 50 years ago, three people died here. Last year, someone died here too. "Why did we have to move here?"
She looked at the cans of black and green paint. She really, really wanted to have a bedroom painted in black. It would be a great idea to put a picture in green just over there. Maybe a skull. With a snake's tongue on it's mouth! That would be so cool!
"Oh well. I guess it's not that bad after all. At least I get to choose the color of my new bedroom." Kim tried to convince herself. "I think I'll put my diary right here, at this table. No, maybe here. I don't know why I even bother; it's been so long since I wrote any words here, unless morsmordre is a word."
Kimberly finally decided to put a picture of herself at age 5, when she got her first toy magic-kit at the bed table. She remembered how her mom tried to convince her that it was Abra Kadavra, not Avada Kedavra.
Better go get a snack, I'm hungry! Kim thought while she headed to the kitchen. "Hey, Carla, do we have peanut butter?"
Carla was the new maid. The other one didn't want to leave USA (that's where Kimberly came from), so Kim's dad hired a new maid.
"Sure, Kimmie. I think it's in the pantry."
"Thanks."
Kimberly was making herself a sandwich when she heard Carla scream. "What is it?" Kim asked the maid when she opened the door, crying. "Mr. and Mrs. Riggs! They're dead!"
"WHAT? But. how? What happened?" asked Kim. Somehow she didn't feel sad, just curious.
"They were just dead. On the floor. It's like they died of fright."
"Do you know how the other people here died?" Asked Kim. She was now exited. She may resolve a 50-year-old mystery.
"No." Carla told Kim, puzzled.
"They died like them. It looked as if they were scared to death. But that's impossible. You can't kill three people like that at the same time. There's someone else here."
Kim began to run. She was going to find the guy that killed all those people. It was that guy. The boy that that man (Frank Bryce?) saw before the -Rydleley? - got murdered. She heard a voice.
..another muggle?
Kim was nervous, but she had to open the door. Just to be sure.
What she saw inside made her scream.
Chapter one: New Home
"I hate this place." Said Kimberly, looking at her new room. She and her parents had moved into an old mansion in Little Hangleton. The villagers said it was haunted, about 50 years ago, three people died here. Last year, someone died here too. "Why did we have to move here?"
She looked at the cans of black and green paint. She really, really wanted to have a bedroom painted in black. It would be a great idea to put a picture in green just over there. Maybe a skull. With a snake's tongue on it's mouth! That would be so cool!
"Oh well. I guess it's not that bad after all. At least I get to choose the color of my new bedroom." Kim tried to convince herself. "I think I'll put my diary right here, at this table. No, maybe here. I don't know why I even bother; it's been so long since I wrote any words here, unless morsmordre is a word."
Kimberly finally decided to put a picture of herself at age 5, when she got her first toy magic-kit at the bed table. She remembered how her mom tried to convince her that it was Abra Kadavra, not Avada Kedavra.
Better go get a snack, I'm hungry! Kim thought while she headed to the kitchen. "Hey, Carla, do we have peanut butter?"
Carla was the new maid. The other one didn't want to leave USA (that's where Kimberly came from), so Kim's dad hired a new maid.
"Sure, Kimmie. I think it's in the pantry."
"Thanks."
Kimberly was making herself a sandwich when she heard Carla scream. "What is it?" Kim asked the maid when she opened the door, crying. "Mr. and Mrs. Riggs! They're dead!"
"WHAT? But. how? What happened?" asked Kim. Somehow she didn't feel sad, just curious.
"They were just dead. On the floor. It's like they died of fright."
"Do you know how the other people here died?" Asked Kim. She was now exited. She may resolve a 50-year-old mystery.
"No." Carla told Kim, puzzled.
"They died like them. It looked as if they were scared to death. But that's impossible. You can't kill three people like that at the same time. There's someone else here."
Kim began to run. She was going to find the guy that killed all those people. It was that guy. The boy that that man (Frank Bryce?) saw before the -Rydleley? - got murdered. She heard a voice.
..another muggle?
Kim was nervous, but she had to open the door. Just to be sure.
What she saw inside made her scream.