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Sorry, the story keeps getting darker as it goes and I don't know how to stop it!!


     “Henry, darling, how are you?” My mother asked cautiously. I raised an eyebrow.
     “Fine, Mother,” I answered. Her brow furrowed and she laid a hand on my shoulder.
     “Henry, I don’t think you’ve been quite well since we came to Wood Lilly Place. Your father and I, well, we’ve been thinking that it’s about time to leave.” My mouth fell open.
     “No!!” I exclaimed, “Please don’t make me leave. I’m fine, really!” How could I leave just when I knew that Sabrina had never left? My mother sighed and nodded. With that, she left me sitting alone in my room. The afternoon was still foggy, just as it had been this morning. I heard some shuffling outside the door and immediately got up and opened it. Gertie stood in the hall, looking frightened. She pushed past me into my room as soon as she saw the door was open. She sat down on my bed, distraught.
     “I’ve done some bad things, Master Henry, but none so bad as this evil deed.” She gasped. A few silver strands of hair had come out of her neat bun.
     “What do you mean, Gertie?” I asked quietly. Tears began running down the woman’s wrinkled face.
     “Oh, I can’t say Master Henry!! Only that Sabrina was never ill. That was a lie!” Sabrina herself had said the same thing. Now, I was extremely intrigued.
     “How did she die then, Gertie?”
     “I cannot tell!! It was a sinister thing, indeed, though!” Obviously, Gertie knew something about my dear Sabrina’s death. Had she killed her?? I narrowed my eyes and said,
     “Please, tell me now. I loved her so much. The least you could do is tell me how she met her end. Please.” Gertie dried her eyes with her apron.
     “All right. But you can’t tell a soul what I am about to tell you, no matter how horrible it is. Sabrina was….. she was murdered, Henry.” A howl of rage began to rise up in my throat but I stifled it. Who would kill lovely Sabrina? Suddenly, an idea came to me.
     “Did you kill her, Gertie?” I demanded. Shock crossed the old woman’s face.
     “Of course not!! I loved little Sabrina as if she were my own! How can you possibly believe that I killed her?” She was right. But if she didn’t, then who did? She took a deep breath.
     “I’ll tell you more when I get the chance, Henry. For now, though, I must get back to my job.” She stood up and almost ran out the door. I glared at the heavy mahogany thing long after she had gone. After a while though, I brought out the Ouija board. If anyone would tell me who Sabrina’s murderer was, Sabrina herself would.
     “Who killed you, Sabrina?” I whispered. I felt a cold wind enter the room and the arrow stopped on the “s”. I did a mental inventory of everyone in the house at the moment. The only people with “s” names were her parents, Sarah and Samuel. Had her own parents killed her? No, I couldn’t imagine it. More confused than I’d been before, I put the Ouija board under the bed and gazed out the window at the foggy New Hampshire forest.
Sabrina

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Take caution

Treading on dangerous territory

Anything can happen

No good to come



Treading on dangerous territory

No way for me to help

What to do?

Be careful



No way for me to help

Take caution

What to do?

Anything can happen