In The Woods
written by Zoe Underwood
Ivy Williams doesn't want to move to a new house . She misses her old house and her friends . But there are advantages and disadvantages. The Advantage ? The woods are calm and peaceful . She can go there whenever she wants to . The Disadvantage ? After taking a stroll through the woods , she is haunted by a dead girl .
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05/31/21
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Secret Diary
Chapter 15
''Mom!Are you there?'' I called out . ''Over here!'' . I walked over to her room . Mom was reading a book . She had been sick for a week . ''How are you ?'' she asked sweetly . ''I'm good . You ?'' I asked . ''I'm fine . Do you mind getting me some water?'' . I went to the well to fetch some water . It was really windy today . My hair wasn't in place . I should've tied it . After I fetched the water , I was heading home . I had to go through the woods . Wish I could live here . Just as I was admiring the view , someone hit me with a stone . I fell down and the water spilled all over me . I turned to see who it was . Zachary .
It was an exhausting day . I was so tired . The flashbacks drained all of my energy . I guess that's what it was . I've never been this tired in my entire life . Sighing loudly , I jumped on the bed . Finally , some peace .
I thought about the vision I had . If I am right , then Carol and the black haired girl aren't the same . Carol had blonde hair . It was very light , it didn't even look blonde . It was like Draco Malfoy's hair , only a little darker . And what about Zachary ? Was he a important part in Carol's life ?
Carol must've lived here . In this land . The wood were definitely the same . She must've died here . And then they built the house I'm living in . Was there a well beyond the woods though ? I looked at the clock . 11pm . I could sneak out .
I had to .
I slowly tiptoed down the stairs and went out . It was cold , but I wasn't bothered by it . After a couple of minutes . I reached the woods .
This . This is where everything began . I walked slowly , looking back pretty much every minute . Finally , I reached the well .
It was exactly the same thing . There was a lot of dust , but other than that nothing had changed . Had Carol died here . I looked inside . There was a book . That's weird . The well wasn't really deep , so I took the book and came out . How I did that , I had no idea . I wasn't that strong , especially for climbing a well . And I wasn't brave . But I'm determined , that's why I'm in Slytherin .
Pushing my thought's aside . I opened the book .
Carol's Secret Diary
It was an exhausting day . I was so tired . The flashbacks drained all of my energy . I guess that's what it was . I've never been this tired in my entire life . Sighing loudly , I jumped on the bed . Finally , some peace .
I thought about the vision I had . If I am right , then Carol and the black haired girl aren't the same . Carol had blonde hair . It was very light , it didn't even look blonde . It was like Draco Malfoy's hair , only a little darker . And what about Zachary ? Was he a important part in Carol's life ?
Carol must've lived here . In this land . The wood were definitely the same . She must've died here . And then they built the house I'm living in . Was there a well beyond the woods though ? I looked at the clock . 11pm . I could sneak out .
I had to .
I slowly tiptoed down the stairs and went out . It was cold , but I wasn't bothered by it . After a couple of minutes . I reached the woods .
This . This is where everything began . I walked slowly , looking back pretty much every minute . Finally , I reached the well .
It was exactly the same thing . There was a lot of dust , but other than that nothing had changed . Had Carol died here . I looked inside . There was a book . That's weird . The well wasn't really deep , so I took the book and came out . How I did that , I had no idea . I wasn't that strong , especially for climbing a well . And I wasn't brave . But I'm determined , that's why I'm in Slytherin .
Pushing my thought's aside . I opened the book .
Carol's Secret Diary
