Just want to say thank you for the reviews and for people who have put alerts on Pandora's box its nice to know people look forward to the next chapters.

I've had the full day off so I wrote a couple more chapters and thought I would put another one up and see what you all thought. The next few chapters are going to be extracts from Edward's journals and Bella's responses.

Hope you all like!

Opening Pandora's Box for the final time:

I swore to my self that this would be the last time I open this stupid trunk, nothing good has happened since I read those letters, I will just read the journals as ghost girl said and then that's it. Simple.

The journals began in 1894, which was odd to begin with but I ignored it, I carried on set on my goal – read them and get rid of the ghost.

September 5th 1894

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I do not know who I write this too but Carlisle says that this is a good way to process what has happened to both my family and my self. I suppose I should start at the beginning.

My name is Edward Masen Cullen, my parents died when I was but a baby – my mother in child birth and my father from what was then explained as a broken heart. Carlisle and Esme took me in, they already had two children – twins - of their own named Amelia and Benton. I never felt different even as a child everything seemed natural. When I was five they adopted Alice, Carlisle worked in the local hospital she had been found wondering around the town with no memory, she had some head injuries. After 2 months no one had come forward to say that Alice was theirs. Esme was distraught and begged the authorities to let her come with us.

Alice fitted in well with our family, she was a little odd she saw things that had not happened yet. Unlike others Esme didn't think anything was wrong, as a family we accepted that Alice was special and life continued as normal.

We were all home schooled, Alice's talents made us stand out a little and Esme worried about what the reactions from the other children would do to her. Amelia and Benton were supportive they were older than me by 4 years, they were the ones who suggested home schooling. The local community saw very little of us, nor did we mind we were all content in spending our days with each other and playing in the near by woods.

A few years after Alice joined our family, Esme received information that her cousin had passed away leaving her son Jasper alone with no other family to speak of. Naturally Carlisle told Esme that he could come live with us, we had more than enough room and our family was for the times wealthy so we could afford it.

What was odd was that Alice had informed us months ago that we would be getting another brother soon and that she loved him already – we dismissed it at once – never again have we doubted Alice.

At the time of Jasper's arrival our family in completion included:

Carlisle – a young doctor and an excellent father

Esme – who taught us so much about the world and was a wonderful mother figure,

Amelia – by now she was 15, she looked like Esme, lovely brown hair and blue eyes

Benton – also 15 and Amelia's identical twin brother – they were inseparable, the pain was evident when they were apart, they were like two halves of one person and when they were together they lit up the room.

My self – I was 11 at this time, I was close to Carlisle, I was intrigued about medicine but my passion was the piano which Esme encouraged thoroughly

Alice – she was 10, her ability to know things was uncanny and she liked to torment me with saying I would fall over a lot, even when I didn't little monkey.

Jasper – he was also 11 just a couple of months older than my self. He was drawn to Alice from the minute he arrived. Esme knew that they were each others soul mates from then on. He always knew what to say to you when you needed it no matter what mood or temperament you were in – he knew how to handle it.

Life was good, we never wanted for anything, we were content. Then a month after my 17th birthday the world as we knew it ceased to be.

I had to stop reading there; I paused taking in all this information wondering did I want to read on? Did I really want to know what happened next? I got up from my bed where I had sat with the trunk and walked downstairs. I went into the kitchen and poured my self a drink, deciding that I wouldn't go back and read any more. I had now reached my level of weirdness and I did not intend to go any further. I put the glass in the sink and turned to go and join my family in the living room.

"Gah!" I jumped a little, the damn journal was sat on the side "fine you win Casper the stalker ghost, I'll read it but I swear you better stay out of my dreams tonight ok" I was talking to the ceiling feeling a little crazy now, she was haunting me with a book not really sinister compared to what could happen I suppose. And I was more than certain that the ghost was Sofia now not just my imagination of what she would look like.