Prologue

"Peter, look at this!"

"what is it Nathan? What are you doing in there? Uncle said no going into any buildings other than the house! You neve listen! If he finds out about this we are both dead. Geez your such a child Nathan."

Peters rant hurt me. All I wanted to do was show him my discovery. The most beautiful woman in the world.

She had black hair the same color as a panthers. It was long probably reaching her waist when she stood up it seemed straight but wavy at the same time. I wanted to touch it. Here eyes were green no blue no purple. They were indescribable. Depending on which way you looked at them they seem a different color. But from most angles thy were green. That could just be because of the dress. O was green satin and it looked like a dress straight out of one of mamas movies. In the painting she was lying down on a satee with her head propped up one on skin was a translucent alabaster. Her lips appel red. She was the only part of it that was painted the reat was drawn in pencil, even the satee.

She stole my 10 year old heart.

Peter walked in with his shoes crunching on the dry leaves that seemed to have blown in from outside. I turned around to face him and saw the increduails look on his face, no doubt he thought she was beautiful aswell.

I decided to go and look at the stone chest like thing in the middle of the room. I had decided to inore it as soon as I looked to the front of the room and saw the painting. It looked like there was a stone lady lying on top of it. Strange, my 10 year old mind thought, Peter would have to explain.

"Peter why is there a stone lady in here?" I asked

He looked back at me and then at the figure I was pointing out.

"Because she is dead. What is that in her hand Nathan?"

I took the rold up piece of paper out of her hand while Peter walked to where I was standing. When he reached me he immediately grapped it out of my hand and read it.

Dear You,

If you are reading this letter you have no doubt stumbled upon my crypt. I ask that you leave it in peace and do not return unless necessary.

Leave me undisturbed and I will not bother you in any way.

I do hope you enjoy living in my house as much as I always have. I of course expect you to treat it as if it were your own and better.

If you should wake me, understand that I will kill you.

Celine

After reading that the writer intended to kill us he dropped it and we ran out of there as fast as we could. Neither of us wanted to die.

Beep beep beep

A/N: Okay so this the first thing Ive ever posted on any site. I am sooo nerves you wouldn't believe it. It felt a little awkward to write. was it flowless?
you as the reader are of course welcome to tell me what you thought. If it was terrible please tell me why and don't just say it was awful because that is not nice.

Madison