I have always had this habit for savaging that's how I got the nickname Raven; I would go through the house to look for anything I might need.
The storage room is where mum kept all my stuff if she wants to change my room into a guest room, she would have a shelf just for my stuff. This time when I walked towards the shelf my stuff wasn't there, I quickly looked around the room and saw it under the shelving.
I bent down to pull the boxes out from under the shelves, then I realised that there was a book under the last box.
I pulled out.
I picked it up turning it from front to back. It looked very similar to a scrapbook.
I turned to the first page; it was a newspaper article, a very old one, too. The Transylvanian Enquirer was the title of the newspaper.
But the big question is what is a newspaper page be doing in a book in the storage room.
As look around the article to find the date to my astonishment, it was published on the 15th of May, 1907, which made me even more determined to find out why it is here.
As I sat on the cold wooden floor of the storage room I decided to use (my mum is out of the house) time to read this article.
PLAGUE RETURNS TO HAUNT VILLAGE.
By Our Medical Correspondent
THE plague has been reported from the remote village of Pietrosheviz, high in the Carpathian Mountains. Piles of corpses were left (untended) in the street. Hordes of rats running freely through the village during daylight. It seems likely to assume the return of the bubonic plague (or Black Death) that began in the 1340s has returned. All the medical examiners could find in common with all the bodgies is two puncher marks on their necks below the ear.
As I was reading this, I forgot what time it was. I looked at my watch; I had wasted 20 minutes.
Trying to find my stuff, I quickly went through the box to find the essentials; Tooth brush, tooth paste, hair brush, blanket and pillow.
I put all of these into a bag along with the scrapbook. I throw the bag on my back and headed for the kitchen.
The house started to get colder; the weather forecast said it was going to be 15 degrees today, (an average Winters day in the dull town Pentangle) my friends always complain on how cold it is.
But I don't with them on that.
The kitchen reminds me of a bar, (so more of men for mum can come over) the beer taps were the biggest giveaways.
I searched the cupboards for a drink bottle, when I finally managed to find one. I filled it up with water and put it in my bag. "Now for food" I thought, I grabbed the spare loaf of bread, packed ham, butter and some small toast spreads.
Once all this was in my bag I walked to the back door.
As I walked over to the door I could feel the cold breeze as it washed over my face and through my short black hair.
