Nightmare in Reality

Chapter 1

"Isabella, can you come help me with the attic?"

Hi, my name is Isabella Wiccan and the person who just called my name was my aunt Priscilla Thompson. I've been living with her ever since my dad died of a heart attack. She lives in Bridgewood Massachusetts, a little town that doesn't see many new faces. Let’s just say that this little detail has made it hard for me to fit in at school. I think, dress, talk, and even act differently than all of the kids at school and this has made me an outcast. It seems that whatever I say or do just makes me even more of an outcast.

"Isabella you still here?"

"Yes sorry I was just off in my own little world. So what are we going to do in the attic?"

"We're just going grab a few boxes so we can sort through and see what we can give away for the town festival."

"Ok so which box do you want me to grab?"

"Just that one over there, I only have a couple of boxes so you can head back down to the living room."

"Ok." now let’s see what we have here. An old lava lamp, some sort of blanket thing and a few dusty hats. "Are you sure someone will want these things Priscilla? It just seems like little things to me."

"Oh I'm sure someone will want these things, just keep looking and tell me what else you find."

"Ok umm I see a plastic cup, some spoons, and a book. Hey Priscilla do you remember this book? It looks really old."

"Oh yes I wonder how that got in there? We don't want to give that book away."

"Why not?"

"Because it belonged to one of our great great ancestors, oh what was his name, Issac Watkins. It was his journal."

"If it was his journal why is it blank?"

"It was said that there was a hex laid upon the book and all of his writings disappeared. But that’s just a family legend. You know what, why don't you have the book and use it as your diary, it suits you."

"Ok, now what do you want me to do with these boxes?”

“You need to take them over to Mrs. William's house, I told her I would have them over there before supper.”

“Will do, I'll be back home soon.”

Ugh I do not want to go to Mrs. William's house. That's where the devil lives, little miss perfect Sarah William. I have no problem with Mrs. William it's her daughter that I have an issue with. On my first day of school at Bridgewood High she decided to trip me in the hall after first period and “accidentally” dropped her coffee on me. So let’s just say we're not the best of friends.

“Hi Mrs. William, my aunt asked me to drop these off for you.”

“Thank you Isabella. Are you going to help out with the town festival?”

“I don't know? It depends on how much homework I have.”

“Ok well hopefully I'll see you there. Bye.”

“Bye”

As I leave Mrs. William's house I notice that it's a cookie cutter house, and by that I mean it's a house that looks like all of the others around it. On the other hand my aunt's house is one of the oldest in the town. It's a white house with ivy crawling up its side and is set back a little into some woods.

“Priscilla I'm back home.”

“Welcome back, dinner is ready.”

“Great, what are we having?”

“We're having chicken tonight. So what did Mrs. William have to say?”

“She said thank you and wanted to know if I would be at the town festival. And before you ask, I don't know. It depends on what else is going on.”

“So what did you do today?”

“You know, the usual school stuff. I think I'm going to turn in early tonight and read. Thank you for supper.”

“Good night honey, have sweet dreams.”

“You too.”

I'm really glad that today is Friday; I can stay up all night and read and not have to worry about school at all. I think that before I start to read that I'll write in my new diary. Now where did I put that book, ah there it is. I wonder what I'll put in it, wait what is this? I could have sworn that this book was blank. Why is there writing in this book, I guess Priscilla is playing a joke on me. What does it say?

“Hi my name is Issac Watkins and I just moved here to Bridgewood. I've been living with my aunt ever since my father died. All of the people here think I'm weird and give me strange looks when I walk past them. The only person who treats me like I'm a normal person is my aunt. As I write this I am hoping that the ancestor who finds my book will be able to use it to save themselves. Let’s just start at the beginning. Your father did not die of natural causes, he was murdered. There are dark forces at work in Bridgewood. You were brought here to finish something that was started centuries ago. You are the final key that will start or end all that they have done to bring about the end. Trust no one and pray that you will be able to solve the riddle before it's too late.”