Friday the Thirteenth
By: Chrissy Granger
After a few arguments about things to
do, we managed to come up with a plan. We were going to split up into 3 groups.
Jessie, James and Meowth in one, they would be going to the 2nd
floor; Brock and I in another, we would be searching the basement. Then Ash's
pokemon in the last, they would be searching the 1st floor. (He left
his Pokeballs if I haven't already told you.) We would meet up after and hour
and search the attic together.
As Brock and I set off with me in the
lead, all I could think about was how Ash had attempted to save me in the
kitchen that night. I had to repay him and save him too. When we came to the
basement we paused for a while.
"After you," said Brock. Sighing, I
opened the door and walked down the creaky, out-of-shape steps. When we reached
the bottom, we searched for some source of light and managed to find a torch
holder and some old newspaper articles dating back to 1889. Just before I lit
the paper, Brock stopped me.
"Wait…" he said, pulling out a certain
newspaper from the stack. I then lit the rest and looked over his shoulder as
he read the article on the cover aloud.
Richest Citizen Charged as Murderer
By Marine Hemmer
Elizabeth G. Herring of Thornhill Mansion was charged as a murderer Friday October 13th 1889. Found in her green house were 3 young woman's bodies who were either strangled to death or stabbed. The names of these women have not been confirmed yet. All of the women were redhead's and around the ages of 18-26. She tried to blame these murders on Margery A. Pierce, a young widow who lives in a cabin down the road. Pierce has been out of town since August. Herring's punishment is still being debated about. If you know of anything that could help us, please contact your local city hall as soon as possible.
"Do you think this has
anything to do with her?" I questioned Brock.
"Well, she's probably dead but you
never know," Brock concluded. As we continued on we didn't have much luck. We
did find some rotten foods and wine, which was probably really strong because
of how old it was.
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When an hour had passed, we made our way to the meeting place. The Pokemon where already there and Team Rocket came a bit later. First I asked Team Rocket what they had found. They said that they found a few more bedrooms and a diary. The diary belonged to a young girl named Patricia Cornell. We glance through the book and found out some small interesting facts about the mansion. The mansion was also a hotel, which was owned by Elizabeth G. Herring. It was a place where many famous people would come to stay on there was through the city. Patricia was a young girl of 18 and had red hair. She was passing through on her way Cherry Grove City. We then came upon an entry that I wish I never would have found:
July 21,
1885
Dear Diary,
This may be my last entry. I am
trapped in the green house behind the witch's house and I am told that I have
but 2 hours to live. This woman is mad. She told me that I will end up dieing a
slow and painful death for all of the trouble I have caused her. What I did, I
do not know. But I do know this. She is a superstitious old witch who will
believe anything she hears. She told me that the old widow Margery that lives
down the street is also a fortuneteller. She told the witch that she should be
extra cautious because in three years time her husband will be taken away from
her by a red head somewhere between the ages of 18 and 26. Since I have red
hair I have to die too. She is afraid of dieing of a broken heart and would
rather die by the means of an electric chair. I have enjoyed writing of my
journeys in you, dear Diary. But my end draws near and I shall value the life I
have known and loved living. I can hear the witch coming. Wish me luck.
Love,
Patricia Corn
The poor girl wasn't even able to finish writing her name for the last and final time. By the time Brock had finished reading it I was nearly on the brink of tears. I gained control of myself and stood up.
"And now to the attic," I said.