April 3
Ten years. It's been ten years since our last Folk keeper died. We found his body mangled in the cellar. I was six, and remember the ciaos of that day clearly.
I and my brother, Riker, were sitting at the table in the kitchen bothering our maid. Riker was begging her to fix him a chocolate pie and threatening her if she didn't. Rachael would just smile that sweet, fake smile at him and say no and that it would ruin his appetite for lunch. Riker is my older brother, he was about fourteen at the time and would always bother our Folk Keeper, Ben.
I was always scared of Ben. One of his eyes didn't work and he would always look at me with his one working eye and smile. Now, I always thought that he wasn't smiling at me to be nice but that his was thinking up evil things to do to me. That's just the kind of look he had about him. But of course he never did anything to me.
Anyway, as me and Riker, no, sorry, Riker and I. As we were sitting at the table I heard an awful scream. It was my mother. She had told us she was going to the cellar to check on Ben. Rachael dropped the knife she had been chopping carrots with and it clattered to the floor. She ran out of the kitchen, Riker following her, to the cellar (which is just down the hall). I climbed of the stool, as fast as I could, that I had been seated on. I can still remember how I felt, numb, and my stomach was in my throat. I was thinking that maybe the Folk had gotten her.
Rachael and Riker had already reached the cellar door as I started down the hall. "My Lady! Are you all right?" I heard Rachael ask. "Mama, what's wrong?" I heard Riker ask. I finally reached the cellar door where Rachael and Riker stood as still as stone. I pushed passed them to see Mama. She was standing in the cellar looking at something on the floor.
Mama had always told me to never come into the cellar or the Folk would get me, and I never had 'til then. In front of the Folk door was Ben, well all that I really could tell that was Ben is that there was the black coat that he always wore. It was twisted up around blood and chopped up body parts. Mama finally realized that I was standing by her and she looked down at me, the shock that was already on her face became ten times worse! "Rona, get out of here!" she screamed.
I darted out of the cellar and pushed past Riker, whose eyes had gone all red. I ran all the way out of the Manor and kept running until I reached the little path that went carefully down the little cliff to the dock. I love it there on the dock, smelling the sea. Its where my Grandfather, Finian, used to keep his two boats. The Lady Rona, where I got my name from, and the Windcuffer.
When I reached the dock I sat at the edge, hung my head over and threw up. I then laid back and thought about Ben's twisted body and thought about how much I hated the folk.
I'm sitting in my room now writing this all down. We're getting a new Folk Keeper tomorrow and I have decided to keep a journal on him. We didn't get a new Folk Keeper after Ben because its as if the folk went into hibernation. But they've woken up again after ten years. Our chickens are starting to die, our cows are getting ill, and I still hate the folk.
Riker got married and moved far away when he was twenty. He has never been the same since Ben was killed. I guess he has changed for the good though, because he's never picked on me or anyone else. Riker used to tell me scary stories about the folk. He said that Ben had told him what they look like but I would be too afraid to know. But that's okay; my imagination supplied plenty of images for me to be scared of.
Riker also told me that our Grandmother had been a Folk Keeper. I never knew much about my Grandparents, Finian and Corinna, they died before I was born. My father was killed when I was three, by Hill hounds. They're of the other folk. They're usually in the shape of a dog. I don't really remember my dad either, but there are portraits of him and mama in the hall.
Ten years. It's been ten years since our last Folk keeper died. We found his body mangled in the cellar. I was six, and remember the ciaos of that day clearly.
I and my brother, Riker, were sitting at the table in the kitchen bothering our maid. Riker was begging her to fix him a chocolate pie and threatening her if she didn't. Rachael would just smile that sweet, fake smile at him and say no and that it would ruin his appetite for lunch. Riker is my older brother, he was about fourteen at the time and would always bother our Folk Keeper, Ben.
I was always scared of Ben. One of his eyes didn't work and he would always look at me with his one working eye and smile. Now, I always thought that he wasn't smiling at me to be nice but that his was thinking up evil things to do to me. That's just the kind of look he had about him. But of course he never did anything to me.
Anyway, as me and Riker, no, sorry, Riker and I. As we were sitting at the table I heard an awful scream. It was my mother. She had told us she was going to the cellar to check on Ben. Rachael dropped the knife she had been chopping carrots with and it clattered to the floor. She ran out of the kitchen, Riker following her, to the cellar (which is just down the hall). I climbed of the stool, as fast as I could, that I had been seated on. I can still remember how I felt, numb, and my stomach was in my throat. I was thinking that maybe the Folk had gotten her.
Rachael and Riker had already reached the cellar door as I started down the hall. "My Lady! Are you all right?" I heard Rachael ask. "Mama, what's wrong?" I heard Riker ask. I finally reached the cellar door where Rachael and Riker stood as still as stone. I pushed passed them to see Mama. She was standing in the cellar looking at something on the floor.
Mama had always told me to never come into the cellar or the Folk would get me, and I never had 'til then. In front of the Folk door was Ben, well all that I really could tell that was Ben is that there was the black coat that he always wore. It was twisted up around blood and chopped up body parts. Mama finally realized that I was standing by her and she looked down at me, the shock that was already on her face became ten times worse! "Rona, get out of here!" she screamed.
I darted out of the cellar and pushed past Riker, whose eyes had gone all red. I ran all the way out of the Manor and kept running until I reached the little path that went carefully down the little cliff to the dock. I love it there on the dock, smelling the sea. Its where my Grandfather, Finian, used to keep his two boats. The Lady Rona, where I got my name from, and the Windcuffer.
When I reached the dock I sat at the edge, hung my head over and threw up. I then laid back and thought about Ben's twisted body and thought about how much I hated the folk.
I'm sitting in my room now writing this all down. We're getting a new Folk Keeper tomorrow and I have decided to keep a journal on him. We didn't get a new Folk Keeper after Ben because its as if the folk went into hibernation. But they've woken up again after ten years. Our chickens are starting to die, our cows are getting ill, and I still hate the folk.
Riker got married and moved far away when he was twenty. He has never been the same since Ben was killed. I guess he has changed for the good though, because he's never picked on me or anyone else. Riker used to tell me scary stories about the folk. He said that Ben had told him what they look like but I would be too afraid to know. But that's okay; my imagination supplied plenty of images for me to be scared of.
Riker also told me that our Grandmother had been a Folk Keeper. I never knew much about my Grandparents, Finian and Corinna, they died before I was born. My father was killed when I was three, by Hill hounds. They're of the other folk. They're usually in the shape of a dog. I don't really remember my dad either, but there are portraits of him and mama in the hall.