6Silver Mist, Golden Stone
Chapter Two
December 25, 1881
I cannot believe that it is Christmas already. This is the best gift I have ever received. It was form my grandmother. I wish to tell you a small amount about myself. My name is Elisabeth Taylor, and I am thirteen years of age. I was born on February 14, 1868.
A chill ran down my back. This girl was exactly my age, and that was my birthday too. I went to sleep that night with an odd feeling lingering over me, like I wanted to meet this Elisabeth girl. But then on the second thought, I knew it was impossible, because this girl had obviously been dead for over one hundred years.
"Jeff, Jeff are you still awake?" I heard a feint voice say from the doorway. I quickly flipped off my flashlight and slipped the book under my pillow. I slipped the covers over my head and pretended to go to sleep. Then the feet that the voice belonged to began to quietly tip toe down the hall and away from my bedroom door. A sudden rush of sleepiness brushed over me, and I slowly drifted off to sleep
Creak, creak-I awoke with a start. The sound seemed to be coming from my closet. The sound was so feint that I at first believed that it was just my mind playing tricks on me. Creak creak-but there it was again, louder and more distinct then before. My head was still buried under the covers, so I felt safe. But I knew something was in my room, and even though I would usually feel scared to death, I felt like what, or who ever it was, had stepped into the room and just given me a big hug. Pat, pat, pat, pat-I heard soft footsteps walk towards my bed. I still wasn't the least bit scared. Then I felt my pillow underneath my head being gently lifted, and the book underneath the pillow slipped out from under. Whatever was there also seemed to hesitantly place a small something under my pillow in place of the book. Then my pillow was lightly and very carefully returned to the bed, and I heard the graceful and soft pat, pat, pat, pat back to my closet. Then I heard the secret door inside the closet creak four times, then all sound disappear into the night like it had never been there. And then just like a flowing river, I drifted back to sleep.
What an odd dream I had last night, I thought to myself as I lied awake in my bed the next morning. But as I went to go make my bed, a small slip of paper fell from under my pillow. I unfolded it, and read the short message inside. A shiver ran down my back when I realized that it was the same handwriting as that in the book. It read
Silver Mist, Golden Stone
Look For These To Find My Home.
Silver Mist, Golden Stone,
I Mustn't Live My Life Alone. Since I couldn't make sense of what it said, I decided to solve the riddle later. I couldn't crack any sort of case until I ate first. Then I will go and explore this weird and wonderful place.
Chapter Three ...to be continued. DO U LIKE IT SO FAR?! R&R!