Chapter 2
Okay, the day after the second death, I knew something was wrong. I knew that only advanced magic could kill people without leaving evidence of murder. The killing curse, 'Avada Kadavra' was the only spell that could do that, and only advanced wizards could use a dark spell like that.
I knew that going to the Riddle House was complete suicide on my part, but why not just risk it? If I have to die sometime, why not die before my life even really starts? And who knows, I might be lucky and be like the famous 'Harry Potter'. I'll be the famous 'girl-who-lived'. It's got a nice ring to it.
So I walked down the deserted street to the darker side of Little Hangleton toward the mysterious Riddle House. It was getting darker as I walked away from the once again lit and awake town. The house was fifty feet away and a single light shown through a window on the second floor. The light looked as if it was coming from a fireplace and there was also a shadow that looked like a chair facing the source of the light.
"Okay, here I go…" I said encouragingly to myself. As I walked closer to the house, my smile started to fade and turn into a worried look.
I made it to the run-down porch to the door that led to my answers. The air seemed to tense around me and sent shivers down my spine. It was either now or never. My terrified brain said never but the curiosity of my mind said now.
There was no going back now. My hand reached the door and knocked. No answer. I regretted to follow my Pandora trait of curiosity, but you only live once. So I kept trying; I knocked again harder and louder than before. I waited and strained my ears to listen inside. I might have been mistaken, but I could have sworn I heard a faint hiss on the other side of the door.
The door then opened slightly.
"Hello?"
I tiptoed into the dark and empty entrance hall as quietly as I could.
The hall had a grand staircase that was split like a horseshoe and a glass chandelier full of dusty cobwebs hung above it. In the middle of the floor looked something like an engraved 'R'. I looked up toward the top of the staircase and saw a faint light coming from one of the hallways upstairs.
I looked around for any movement then went for it. I ran, still tiptoed, toward the dusty stairs and quietly started upward. Trying my hardest not to make a sound, I made it to the balcony that overlooked the big entrance hall. I could hardly see anything through the darkness. The only thing that I was fixed on was the light down the hall.