Introduction


Night in a city. Rain coat, dress shoes of foreign make, and a yellow taxi cab. Sky is now clear, with stars that shine through transparent clouds. He is standing on the corner of Third and Brookland with a brief case in one cold clenched hand. In the other is a small Marlboro cigarette. We can hear the sound of a dripping like water. The yellow beam of a street light shines down on him. His hood of his tan rain coat is pulled up over his head making a dark shadow on his face. Unable to see his face, creates mysteriousness about him. As he brings the cigarette to his lips we can't see that he actually has. All we see is the butt of the cigarette going to what looks like a black whole leading to another world. Two florescent head lights, jutting out like a light house's beam across the ocean, of a yellow taxi cab, get smaller and seem to fade, as the car pulls up next to him.
He gets in and you notice, says nothing to the driver, and the driver takes off. As the taxi pulls away, we see a puddle with a reddish tint, and in the darkness the tint of red disappears into the sewer drain near by.
A dark house, its color faded like the color of water. Lonely and no inhabitance. One lofty attic. Here he sets down the brief case and smokes one last cigarette. Next to the brief case is a small letter.
It reads:
To the next owner,

I have left for you the story of my life. It is left open so that you have an easy access to what lies with in. I hope that one day this will make me important to someone. It has all that was ever truly important to me.
Sincerely yours,
Soon to be known

It turns dark as we only see the red ashes at the end of the cigarette. The cigarette goes out. All is dark and silent. The dark silence is disturbed by a clicking sound. We can not see anything and all is quiet except the chirp of the crickets. Then a loud deafening gun shot.

Chapter One
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“Gracieeeeeeeee!” my mother yelled for me. I was sitting in the front passenger seat of our small little Volvo listening to my CD player. I was into the song Bleed it out by Linkin Park, when she pulled a head phone off my ear and let it smack back down causing my ear to pop. I screamed at the pain and irritated, asked, “What!?”
Rubbing behind my ear now she leaned into the back seat grabbing things and carrying them to our new house. I wasn’t found of this house. It was the color of a faded sky blue, and the paint was chipping off. The shutters were a white gray color and falling off. And at the top of the house near the roof was a window so dark and gloomy, shaped as a circle, with glass that reminded me of one at an old church. It made me curious in a way though. Thinking about what could be up there