Repeating History

After finding an old diary , Hanna Marin sets out to find out what happened to its owner and the man she loved , but will history repeat itself when Hanna seems to relive events that happened with the former owners foster son? Can she stop before she suffers the same fate and history repeating?

Haleb , Spoby(Past) , Jaria , Pemily

Hanna's POV

"What do you think of the house Hanna?" My mother asked me as I set my bag down in our kitchen. It was a fairly nice house , refurnished and everything. Moving to Rosewood was a new start for my mother and I , my dad cheated on my mother and we moved out within days , all we had is clothes , some photos , and money. My mother wanted to start fresh , she was a VP at a big cosmetics company in Los Angeles. Rosewood being her apparent roots drew her to moving back here with me for a humble upbringing.

"It's alright" I said, though the furniture looked somewhat old and outdated , this place was not an eyesore and with some work we will be well on our way to making it more fashionable , well that's what mom says anyway.

"When I was your age I dreamed of living in this house. People would say that this place was haunted by the soul of a girl trapped in here. People used to sneak through here to the pond behind those trees. I always saw the potential though , and now we can show everyone how fabulous this place can be. " My mom said grabbing my shoulders quickly giving me a kiss on the cheek.

I just looked around and ran my fingers around the walls. I was suddenly startled by a knock on the door. There seemed to be a homeless looking person at the back door, shaggy brown hair in a ratty cap and ugly jacket.

"Hello." I said as I opened the door , first day and I'm already meeting strange people.

"Hi I'm Caleb , I believe I called about getting the rest of my things." The man said and I just looked at him confused.

"What?" I asked and he laughed lightly.

"You must be Hanna , I talked to your mom about collecting some of my things. The previous owner was my foster father , I go to Hollis college now , but since his death and the house was sold , I couldn't get some of my things." Caleb tried to explain but I was confused.

"Oh you must be Caleb , I thought you were coming next week." My mother said and I was even more curious.

"You know him?" I asked , this was very confusing. I got the general idea , but why was he here now?

"Mr. Gottesman , the former owner , was a foster parent and took Caleb here under his wing. Caleb called letting me know he had a few things left here and wanted to get them." My mother explained.

" Lucas was the closest thing I ever had to family , he had a few other foster kids in the past but he told me that the best was last. He helped me pay for college and I left some old toys here , nothing to excessive." Caleb explained and now I felt sort of sorry for him.

"What can you say about the haunted rumors?" My mother said and Caleb laughed musically and I sort of blushed... only a little though.

"Lucas was obsessed with the mystery. He was actually left he house from the couple who lived here. I have seen a few things here and there , nothing to excessive. " He laughed and now I was interested.

"What happened? To the couple I mean." I said trying to clarify myself.

"They went missing , Lucas was the mans best friend. Though those were rumors I think , no one could ever say. Listen I have a class in a little while and work later so I should get my things and leave." He said excusing himself opening the door to the basement.

"Here , I'll help you. It might be a little tough... emotionally I mean , not that you don't look though or anything like that." I said rambling a little and continuing to blush.

The basement was homey-ish, it was a nice spare bedroom or storage room. Two single beds on opposite walls. Two bookcases and a nightstand. Two desks and some little things around the room. Caleb was taking some books out of the book base and putting them into his bag , I saw a few pictures around the room of flowers in such. One was an old photograph , of a girl my age reading in what looked like by a small garden and pond.

"When was this taken?" I asked pointing to the picture.

"I don't know , Lucas had a habit for redecorating. I haven't been in this house in a while. He only died last month." He told me and then I saw something that wasn't there before , a book on the nightstand.

"Is this yours?" I asked and he walked over looking perplexed.

"I know for sure I have never seen that before in my time living here." He said a little freaked out.

I studied the book , it was a maroon color. With an old fashioned lock on it , which meant it was probably a diary. The letters SH were on the side of the binding of the book. there little veins on the front and back of the book. They looked to be a vine like pattern. This diary was defiantly old , probably older than my mom. I ran my fingers along the book until a small key shined in my eye on the nightstand where the book was.

"Now that is probably the second creepiest thing that happened here. Well I have everything , and I am now getting creeped out." He said but I stopped him quickly.

"You should come back next week and tell us more about the house." I said smiling looking up and locking eyes with him.

"I would like that. Its been a while since I have had a good dinner." He winked and walked up the stairs.

I sat on one of the beds and quietly inserted the key unlocking the book and all of its contents.

This Book Belongs to Spencer Hastings.

"Well who were you Spencer Hastings?" I asked myself , then went up the stairs .

So Toby as an A will not come into play since this is totally AU. Killers Spawn is next update promise.