FC: The Old Willis Place | By: Mary Downing Haan
1: Journal Entry One | This journal is dedicated to Georgie, my brother. Who's been by my side for many years..
2: It's been a long time since I've seen anyone near the Old Willis Place. Maybe it's because the house is broken down and condemned, or maybe it's because of all the bad things that have happened in the house. Nobody has been here for years and years, except for me and my brother Georgie, and our cat Nero. We live in a shed a mile from the house, still on the property. We are ghost children, living here since we were locked in the Cellar by the previous owner of the house; Miss Lillian, and never found by our parents or anyone, so we continue lurking on the property until someone frees us. | (Intro)
3: Journal Entry #1 "Hide Diana, hide!" Georgie yelled at me earlier today. A new family moved in to be a caretaker for the Old Willis place. They drove a red pickup truck, and have a trailer attached to the back... it looks like they're here to stay for a while. We plan on investigating the trailer at night. We know it's risky, but we haven't seen anyone on the Old Willis property in a number of years. 'Together we squatted down and watched a pickup truck slowly approach, bumping over the ruts.' (Diana's point of view[narrator], Page 1) | """" | "
4: Journal Entry #2 We waited till nightfall to investigate. We had to be very quiet, because we learned they have a dog name MacDuff, who can hear very well. We peered through the windows of the trailer and saw that there was a girl, maybe 11 or 12. I think her name was Lisa. She was average height, and had long dark brown hair. She's living with her father on the property. We would've investigated more, but MacDuff started barking wildly and Lisa and her father were getting suspicious. | 'Their dog was pretty, a light golden color when it ran in the sun.'(Page 10)
5: Journal Entry #3 (a few days later) I wanted to approach this Lisa girl, but I didn't quite know how to. I tried to approach her in the last few days, but it didn't go very well. Her dog MacDuff had caught sight of me when she was watching him and started chasing me. It's a good thing I got away. Since then, I've been observing her from afar. She spends her time outside on a stone bench near the Old Willis Place writing in her diary. | "Be still, she almost saw us." -Georgie, Diana's brother. Page 24)
6: Journal Entry #4 I still haven't approached Lisa, but now is my chance and I'm going to take it. After i cleaned up and got all of the brambles and plant material out of my hair, I snuck into the Old Willis Place. I'm scared to death of this place, just being in here scares me and brings up old memories. I sneak upstairs to Miss Lillian's old room and steal some nice new clothes. I take a fairly new white shirt and a red skirt and high-tail it out of there. As i walked past the parlour, i heard a voice. It was Miss Lillian's. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but it sounded dreadful, and haunting. She was laughing, but not a happy laugh, an evil laugh. It was coming from the parlour, but the door was closed, because it had been closed ever since Miss Lillian had died in the parlour. I'm so tempted to open it to see what lay behind the door, but I have a gut feeling that something terrible will happen.
7: I decided to run out of the house, and get dressed in my new clothes. I wanted to make a good first impression with Lisa, because I really would like a friend. I've never had one. | "The floors and walls murmured to each other in creaks and groans. Wallpaper hung from the plater in long, loose strips. Every now and then a current of air lifted them and their dry whispers joined the other sounds." (page 40)
8: Journal Entry #5 I approach Lisa on the bench where I always would sit. We struck up a conversation, and found that we have a lot in common. She was a little hesitant and nervous at first, considering she has no idea who I was. But after we got to know each other, we were both at ease. I met her father too, Mr.Morrison. He's very nice. He was asking me a lot of questions about school and where I live, so I lied through my teeth. I can't say anything about who I really am, because I'm sure Lisa wouldn't want to be my friend then. Sometimes you have to lie for good things to happen. | Page 67 'A trickle of sweat ran down my spine. "Please like me, please be my friend," I thought.'
9: Journal Entry #6 Right before I meet Lisa again, I reenter the Old Willis Place to steal another pair of clothes from Miss Lillian's room. I passed the parlour along the way to her room, and was extremely tempted to open the door. Miss Lillian's voice telling me to open the door seemed to be getting louder, and I wanted to give into her commands. After i grabbed a pair of pants and a sweater from her room, I passed the parlour once again. The loud old woman's voice screaming the words "Open the door, just open it..." To get rid of the screaming voice I gave in. I opened the parlour door. And i wish I hadn't....I felt a cold rush of air whirl around the room. It smelled of mildew and mold. I was terrified...Miss Lillian is back...and looking for me and Georgie.
10: Journal Entry #7 As soon as I ran out of the house, I ran home to tell Georgie. I told him everything. I told him that Miss Lillian is back, and that she is looking for us, searching the property. She eagerly wants to find us, and that we need to hide. We're both terrified of what will happen next. We need to hide from her for as long as we can. | "She's loose! Miss Lillian- I saw her. She's just the same! Mean, angry.." pg.103
11: Journal Entry #8 Many days ( i think 7) have passed since I let out Miss Lillian. She's still on the hunt for us, and we've done a pretty good job of hiding from her. We've heard her calling our names at night for a few nights. Yesterday I met up with Lisa, and she wanted to go into the Old Willis Place. I didn't want to, because I'm terrified of setting foot in the house, but she said she was going in with or without me, and I didn't want her to go alone so I unwillingly tagged along with her. She explored the house with me, and she wanted to explore the basement. I told her not to, because that's where me and Georgie had died many years ago. She really wanted to, but I kept saying no. I didn't want her finding out about who I really am and the secrets of the house. | "Diana don't be such a scaredy-cat!" Lissa caught my arm again and tugged me toward the dark staircase. "I might never get another chance to explore this place." page 111
12: Journal Entry #9 Lisa was very suspicious about why I wouldn't let her go into the basement. I tried lying and telling her it was rundown, but she didn't believe me. I burst out crying, half from sadness, the other half from being terrified of Miss Lilian. I told her everything. Who i really am. I told her I'm a ghostly child who was died from being left in a cellar with my brother. Never to be found, and that we both were forgotten about. I told her about Miss Lillian, how she had done this to us. And how our parents thought we ran away as kids, and how Miss Lillian died in the parlour we walked by, and how her ghost had been locked in the parlour. I told her I had opened the door, and now Miss Lillian was searching for us, wanting to hurt us. She laughed at what I said, thinking it was a joke, but then realizing I was serious because I wasn't laughing, but bawling my eyes out from being scared out of my mind.
13: I told her what she had to do. She had to go down to the cellar in the basement and open the door that had been locked for so many years, and call the police. We have to be properly burried next to our parents before our spirits can rest. She took my order and did just that. "It's not a story, it's true." pg. 125
14: Journal Entry #10 The police showed up, and investigated the house. They found our bodies in the cellar, where I told Lisa they would be, she must've told them they were there. A hearse pulled up on the driveway, and they took our bodies away. Later, they burried them. We were now free. Free from living this horrible after life. Free to live our afterlife with our parents. "Together, the five of us walked into the brilliance. It was as if we were entering the moon itself." pg. 150
15: "Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one." -- ALBERT EINSTEIN | "I don't believe that ghosts are 'spirits of the dead' because I don't believe in death. In the multiverse, once you're possible, you exist. And once you exist, you exist forever one way or another. Besides, death is the absence of life, and the ghosts I've met are very much alive. What we call ghosts are lifeforms just as you and I are." -- PAUL F. ENO | "The soul of man is immortal and imperishable." -- PLATO
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