Disclaimer: Refer to chapter seven.

I visited the orphanage today. Voldemort let me go with reluctance. I guess he suspects me, but can't prove anything. For that, I'm grateful. To be caught at this moment, would be horrible timing.

As I entered the shabby building, I couldn't help but notice that there were a few memorials in front of one of the dirt-streaked windows. I walked towards them to get a closer look.

Billy Stubbs

1932-1950

Dennis Bishop

1934-1950

Amy Benson

1935-1950

A single, white rose was placed in front of the engravings. Strange isn't it? How they all died in the same year? Well, I dismissed the thought for now, and went inside.

I was hit with a stench of who-knows-what when I was inside. Little, dirty children were running all over the place, screaming and throwing things at one another. I spotted a group of older kids and noticed that they were watching me with a degree of wariness. I guess not many visitors come into this place with good intentions. I spotted a woman and walked up to her. She had to shout over the noise to be heard. She asked me if she could help me. I nodded and asked her if there was a room or office that was (much) quieter so we could talk. She told me her office was the best place for that, and led me to a (thank goodness) quieter section of the orphanage.

I asked her about the memorials out front. She told me that one day, the three of them, who happened to be quite good friends (since they were older, they were allowed to go outside on their own for a certain time), decided to take a walk around the neighborhood (I choked when she said this… how is this a neighborhood?) after dinner. She said that they didn't come back after an hour, like they had promised, so she sent another boy to go find them. The boy didn't come back either… all four of them were found dead the next morning at a park. The murderer was never found.

Weird, huh? The lady also said that this orphanage had always been on the creepy side. I asked the lady (a.k.a. Ms. Connors) if she knew of a Tom Marvolo. She knew him. She told me that he was a creepy little boy who seemed to like causing the pain of others (I coughed and said, "Sadist." She pretended not to notice). I asked her if he had any friends that I could contact… anyone who know anything else about him. She laughed, and said that the "friends" (she used air-quotes) he had were dead.

Dead? That definitely sparked my interest. Who were they? I found myself asking. She said, "His friends are dead. The only place you'll find any facts about them is on the memorial outside. The only thing you find is when they died, and how old. Tough luck, hun."

I kept pestering her for more information. After all, it was my job to find out things about anything. In the end, she did give me some useful facts. She told me that they used to run off to this cave when they went out on outings. She also said that Dennis, Amy, and Billy got weirder and weirder after each strange event. Almost as if they knew something about the odd occurrences.

Well, I know one thing for sure: I'm going to check out that cave tomorrow.

Author's Note: Ignore any grammatical/ spelling errors. I'm being lazy, and I don't feel like reading over this. Hehehe…

Woot… I'm on a writing spree.

Go me!

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