April 7
I came out of my room this morning and crept downstairs to the kitchen. The cellar door was shut, and Eliot hadn't been in his room so he was probably in there. I went into the kitchen and sat down at the table, I noticed where I had seated myself on the stool I had sat on the day we found Ben, dead. Rachael was standing at the counter chopping, carrots!
I jumped off the stool and ran down the hall to the cellar. I heard Rachael call behind me, "What's the matter, miss? Did you see a spider?" I got to the cellar door and pounded on it. "Eliot!" I yelled. There was a rumble that came from inside then I heard Eliot moan. My heart was beating so fast, I just knew something had happened to him! Then I heard Eliot say something, almost whispering something. I pressed my ear to the door, he was saying, "Its all right calm down, she was here yesterday." And then there was a rumble again, it shook the door that my face was pressed against. Then before I knew it the door was swung open quickly and I fell over into Eliot's arms!!! How my face turned red!
"What the devil!" Eliot said and stood me back up onto my feet. His eye was swollen and black and his lip was cut. The Folk had hurt him. He stood there staring at me wildly. "What is it?" He asked sharply. "I thought the house was coming down the way you banged on that door!" "Sorry, I, thought something had happened to you. The rumbling, what was that? The Folk?" Eliot's expression faded away into a little grin. "Yes, it was the Folk. Now, don't you worry yourself about me, I'll be fine, the Folk won't hurt me." Then Eliot asked if I would go for a walk with him in the Graveyard, that's behind our house. He is very weird. The Graveyard?!
But that's where we went. I stepped into the graveyard and the smell of moss and old mustiness came into my nose. I had not come here in a while. I walked in between the older graves of my Great, Great Grandmothers and Grandfathers some of my cousins and uncles, then I got to my grandmother, Corinna Stonewall, the Folk Keeper.
Eliot was hunched over a grave near a shed in the graveyard, pulling some moss off of it. "My grandmother was a Folk Keeper." I said. Eliot lifted his head to look at me. "What? A Folk Keeper? I've never heard of a lady being a Folk Keeper." "That's what my brother always told me, Mama has even said so." I answered. Then I said after thinking a minute, "Maybe it was her that wrote my name, down there in the cellar." More to myself then to Eliot. "Yes, well that does explain it, but what did she pity you for?" Eliot said coming over to the grave I was standing next to.
I shrugged. But I knew somehow that it hadn't been her that wrote that. "I really think it was probably this woman over here." Eliot said, pointing over next to the tool shed. I looked at him curiously, and then over to the shed. "There is no woman there, Eliot." "Of course there is." He answered me smiling. I went over to the shed and there she was, Rona, written on a grave. That's all that the grave had on it, Rona. "Then she must have been a Folk Keeper too, to go down into the cellar." "Or a witch." Eliot said.
"You ready to leave?" Eliot asked starting to the open gate. I nodded and we left. We took a walk around the front grounds. "So, she, Rona, was sorry for herself. I wonder why. It made me feel sick when I saw the writing on the walls, that's why I ran out." Eliot was looking down at the ground as we walked, and bumping my elbow every once in a while but he didn't seem to notice. "I know, when I saw the look on your face I knew it couldn't have been you." "But you did think I could have been a witch?" I asked, grinning a little at the thought. Eliot looked up grinning too, a little. "Yes, why not?" I just shook my head and laughed.
"How did you become a Folk Keeper? Did you just choose to be?" Eliot looked up into the sky and took a deep breath and didn't answer for a while. "You don't choose to be a Folk Keeper, the Folk choose you." "How?" I asked, looking at Eliot's unreadable expression. "My grandfather threw me into the cellar one night without a candle." Eliot answered simply. I was horrified! What kind of a grandparent would do that!? "Why?!" "Because he had his suspicions." "Well, what happened to you that night?" I looked at Eliot's face, and back at his neck just in time to see his hair stand straight up.
Eliot cleared his throat and looked down at the ground. "Well," he started, his voice cracking, "the Folk are very evil, they, almost killed me." Eliot said painlessly and calmly. I felt my mouth drop and tears start to well up in my eyes. My Eliot, almost getting killed because his STUPID IDIOT grandfather had suspicions! "Rona." Eliot said, pulling me back into the world. I must have wondered off, I think I had been trying to imagine Eliot as a little boy and his stupid grandfather throwing him into the cellar and listening to his screams.... And there was Eliot still alive, there standing in front of me and everything was okay, but then I felt the tears that had escaped my eyes rushing down my cheeks! That was so embarrassing!!! "Why on earth are you crying?" Eliot asked, looking at me a grin coming to his lips, again.
"Sorry." I said as I wiped them quickly away. My face, I'm sure looked beat red. "Yes, Its fine. Women are so extremely emotional." Eliot said as we walked back to the Manor in silence (I hated that) and Eliot did not say another word to me, ALL DAY....
I came out of my room this morning and crept downstairs to the kitchen. The cellar door was shut, and Eliot hadn't been in his room so he was probably in there. I went into the kitchen and sat down at the table, I noticed where I had seated myself on the stool I had sat on the day we found Ben, dead. Rachael was standing at the counter chopping, carrots!
I jumped off the stool and ran down the hall to the cellar. I heard Rachael call behind me, "What's the matter, miss? Did you see a spider?" I got to the cellar door and pounded on it. "Eliot!" I yelled. There was a rumble that came from inside then I heard Eliot moan. My heart was beating so fast, I just knew something had happened to him! Then I heard Eliot say something, almost whispering something. I pressed my ear to the door, he was saying, "Its all right calm down, she was here yesterday." And then there was a rumble again, it shook the door that my face was pressed against. Then before I knew it the door was swung open quickly and I fell over into Eliot's arms!!! How my face turned red!
"What the devil!" Eliot said and stood me back up onto my feet. His eye was swollen and black and his lip was cut. The Folk had hurt him. He stood there staring at me wildly. "What is it?" He asked sharply. "I thought the house was coming down the way you banged on that door!" "Sorry, I, thought something had happened to you. The rumbling, what was that? The Folk?" Eliot's expression faded away into a little grin. "Yes, it was the Folk. Now, don't you worry yourself about me, I'll be fine, the Folk won't hurt me." Then Eliot asked if I would go for a walk with him in the Graveyard, that's behind our house. He is very weird. The Graveyard?!
But that's where we went. I stepped into the graveyard and the smell of moss and old mustiness came into my nose. I had not come here in a while. I walked in between the older graves of my Great, Great Grandmothers and Grandfathers some of my cousins and uncles, then I got to my grandmother, Corinna Stonewall, the Folk Keeper.
Eliot was hunched over a grave near a shed in the graveyard, pulling some moss off of it. "My grandmother was a Folk Keeper." I said. Eliot lifted his head to look at me. "What? A Folk Keeper? I've never heard of a lady being a Folk Keeper." "That's what my brother always told me, Mama has even said so." I answered. Then I said after thinking a minute, "Maybe it was her that wrote my name, down there in the cellar." More to myself then to Eliot. "Yes, well that does explain it, but what did she pity you for?" Eliot said coming over to the grave I was standing next to.
I shrugged. But I knew somehow that it hadn't been her that wrote that. "I really think it was probably this woman over here." Eliot said, pointing over next to the tool shed. I looked at him curiously, and then over to the shed. "There is no woman there, Eliot." "Of course there is." He answered me smiling. I went over to the shed and there she was, Rona, written on a grave. That's all that the grave had on it, Rona. "Then she must have been a Folk Keeper too, to go down into the cellar." "Or a witch." Eliot said.
"You ready to leave?" Eliot asked starting to the open gate. I nodded and we left. We took a walk around the front grounds. "So, she, Rona, was sorry for herself. I wonder why. It made me feel sick when I saw the writing on the walls, that's why I ran out." Eliot was looking down at the ground as we walked, and bumping my elbow every once in a while but he didn't seem to notice. "I know, when I saw the look on your face I knew it couldn't have been you." "But you did think I could have been a witch?" I asked, grinning a little at the thought. Eliot looked up grinning too, a little. "Yes, why not?" I just shook my head and laughed.
"How did you become a Folk Keeper? Did you just choose to be?" Eliot looked up into the sky and took a deep breath and didn't answer for a while. "You don't choose to be a Folk Keeper, the Folk choose you." "How?" I asked, looking at Eliot's unreadable expression. "My grandfather threw me into the cellar one night without a candle." Eliot answered simply. I was horrified! What kind of a grandparent would do that!? "Why?!" "Because he had his suspicions." "Well, what happened to you that night?" I looked at Eliot's face, and back at his neck just in time to see his hair stand straight up.
Eliot cleared his throat and looked down at the ground. "Well," he started, his voice cracking, "the Folk are very evil, they, almost killed me." Eliot said painlessly and calmly. I felt my mouth drop and tears start to well up in my eyes. My Eliot, almost getting killed because his STUPID IDIOT grandfather had suspicions! "Rona." Eliot said, pulling me back into the world. I must have wondered off, I think I had been trying to imagine Eliot as a little boy and his stupid grandfather throwing him into the cellar and listening to his screams.... And there was Eliot still alive, there standing in front of me and everything was okay, but then I felt the tears that had escaped my eyes rushing down my cheeks! That was so embarrassing!!! "Why on earth are you crying?" Eliot asked, looking at me a grin coming to his lips, again.
"Sorry." I said as I wiped them quickly away. My face, I'm sure looked beat red. "Yes, Its fine. Women are so extremely emotional." Eliot said as we walked back to the Manor in silence (I hated that) and Eliot did not say another word to me, ALL DAY....