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2006-04-10 21:42:58

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A woman grown

"I am more than four weeks away from the new land, and I grow more and more anxious as I draw near. If anyone reads this then you are most likely a member of the family. I shall attempt to record the time when I was too young to write. I was six years old when I awoke to find my father hanging from the rafters of our house. I assumed than he wrote his last words in his journal while he was preparing the noose that would be his end. The church keep took the book of my fathers experiences when he came to prepare the body. I left from the village after the funeral, my father had contacted members of my mothers family back in England in the weeks before and only a few days after we mourned him a courier was sent to fetch me. I came to know my grandparents home as a temporary one as they seemed to care for me only out of pity. I attended Lady Hammil's school for girls until I was eighteen and returned to my grandparents to find them long dead and a fortune awaiting me. I put most of the money into a bank to gain interest and used the remaining to market and sell the estate and buy a single way fare aboard the vessel Malkav on route to the colonies and here I am. A lone passenger on an upper class vessel. The few people that I have come to know here on our trip are rude and unmannered. Hopefully however, I shall meet a nice boy in the village to which I was born and marry him. I shall write more later, it is approaching time for the third meal and I am very much famished."
-June 12

"Three weeks have passed since my last entree and the Malkav is ahead of schedule, we should be pulling into port any day now. Something odd has been happening lately. There has been some talk among the men that the thick fog that has surrounded us for days now is of bad omen, we are moving quickly but some of the other passengers belive that we may have gotten off course and our rations are quickly depleting. I will try to make another entree sooner than before, something about this fog is just draining me. I seem to get tired very quickly whenever I walk above deck. I think I shall try to get some rest."
-July 3

"A mad panic raced through the men today, every one is on edge and that I understand but, killing a man? Something about the story just doesn't make sense either, the guilty man said that he had nothing to do with it. That a strange devil crept on board and eviscerated him, he continued on with this strange tale by saying something about a large white dog. That the dog suddenly became a man dressed in a tight black material, almost like leather but with no reflection, that as soon as the deed was done he changed back into a white dog and jumped over board. I guess it just shows you that whiskey really is the devils water. If men took half the time they do making up stories and drinking and put it to work, then maybe it would be a better life to live. I shall write more later, that fog is still getting to me."
-July 5

"We just got into port water, this entree will be a short one for I am about to disembark the ship and find what I left behind. Possibly even visit my parents graves. I will pick this up further on in the day, oh and the fog finally vanished. Just into air, poof and it all dispersed."
-July 6

"I am finally here, in my parents home. It was willed to me by my father and it needs some repair but all in all it should turn out rather well. I will try to recruit some of the nice strong men in the village to help with the repairs. When I entered the village from the dock a majority of the villagers gave me these horrified looks. As if they were almost frightened out of their clothes, it may be a few days before I make another entree."
-July 6

"I went into the village the other day to try and get some help but only a few people would talk to me. The villagers probably haven't ever seen an English woman right off of the dock in a while, apparently no one ever comes to this village. I did however get the assistance of a young man by the name of Adam Orwell, his father runs the local tavern and I belive he was quite taken with me. We sat in the tavern for hours just talking about things we enjoy and what there is to do here in Aiden, that is the name of the village if I hadn't already wrote that. After church tomorrow he said that he would come with me to take a look at the house. I have been sleeping in my former room as of late, it almost seems as if I had never left it. There are no spider webs in the corners and the floor is clean. Sometimes when I sleep there I dream of mother, I know that I never saw her, and that I have dreamt of her all my life but never quite like this. She seems so real that I can almost touch her but when I call for her she doesn't answer, and when I try to catch up to her she is already farther ahead of me, but when she turns around and I try to grab her arm she vanishes into nothing and I wake up crying and soaked in sweat. Maybe tonight mother will speak to me, I most hope for that. With but a few minor differences, the mother in my dreams and I look almost exactly alike. She might be trying to talk to me from heaven, I sure hope so."
-July 8

"We started work today on fixing the house of my parents. The rafters have mostly rotted away and need to be replaced, the floorboards creak, and the furniture needs to be replaced. I know that it seems to be a lot of work but Adam says that he can get some of his friends to help me out, I suppose it would only be proper for me to describe Adam to you as you will probably not know who I am talking about when you read this. Adam is a very tall young man, and he is in his early twenties, he has fire red hair, and has a slight Irish accent, I saw him today without his shirt on and I must say that he is quite muscular. As I am writing this I am beginning to realize that Adam and I are becoming close. I know that we haven't known each other for very long but it is almost as if I have known him all my life. He says that he remembers my father, that his father and my father were good friends but he was just a child then so the memories are blurry. There is another thing that I must mention before I fall into sleep, some times I wake up from my dreams and hear the call of a wolf I am unsure whether or not it is a dream or I am awake but it seems so close that it is right outside my door. I may not make an entree for a while, there is a lot to do over the next few days and I think I will be too tired to write about them."
-July 9

"It happened again, and now I know that it is not a dream. I awoke to the sound of a wolf outside my door. I was too terrified to get out of bed and look, I am so scared right now I am unsure of whether or not I shall find sleep. Wait, there it is again. This time it is closer, as if it is inside my house! It just got silent again. Oh no! There is a scratching at the door to my room, like claws on hard wood...its knocking at the door almost trying to break it down. I can write no more, I must end this entree short...."
-July 9

"I am so relieved, but scared at the same time. I am in good health but I must have fainted earlier. My door has deep claw marks in one side of it and the door knob has been broken off. That must show that it wasn't a dream right? One of the windows in the dining area was forced open but the glass wasn't broken. This I don't understand, how could a wolf open a window without breaking the glass? I remember shutting the window before I went to sleep. This doesn't make any sense. There is also another odd thing, on one of the nails in the window a small piece of black cloth was torn. It wasn't like normal cloth though, it was unlike anything I had ever felt before. What makes it most odd was the fact that I went to pick it off the nail and only seconds after it was in my hands it erupted into flames, though it didn't burn my hand I could feel the flames burn. I belive I shall ask the church keep about it in a few days."
-July 10

"I go to see the church keep tomorrow, I shall remember to ask him about my fathers journal when I ask if there are any devils in the woods behind my house. Adam and I are almost finished replacing the thatch on the roof, I got so close to telling him what happened last night but I fear that he might think me a witch. Tonight Adam and I are having dinner with his parents, I am most interested in talking to Mr. Orwell. If he and my father were close friends then maybe he knew my mother as well. He might even know what happened to her, all I remember is that everyone said that her death was a tragedy. Luckily for me I have found some clothes in my parents room, there is a really nice dress that I think I shall wear. It is a little bit different than the dresses that I normally wear but all of this work has been tearing them to shreds, if I find time I will patch them but maybe I shall start wearing my mothers clothes from now on. It fits perfectly, but I shall add more later. It is nearing time for dinner and I need to get ready."
-July 10

"Dinner was incredible last night, but something strange was abound. Mrs. Orwell would not look upon me and kept grabbing for the cross around her neck and Mr. Orwell was speechless when he opened the door to greet me. Adam was fine but both Mr. and Mrs. Orwell looked upon me in terror all throughout dinner. Every time I asked a question they both went silent as well. Maybe they just don't like to talk during a meal. Another thing that was not right happened when Adam was walking me to his house, an older man walked out of the tavern and fell backwards upon seeing me. He even got down on his knees and started begging my forgiveness. Adam knew him from the tavern well and said the he was probably just drunk but as we walked around him I thought I saw a tear fall from his eye. I am starting to think that there is something not quite right about Aiden at all. I don't remember anything else worth mentioning but I end this entree as I go to see the church keep."
-July 11

"Apparently the church keep won't be back in Aiden for a few months, the man who was filling in for him said that he went north to settle a land dispute on where a new church should be erected. I looked around the church and found something out of place. There was a hidden door that led to the basement and there I found all sorts of books and other items. Some of them looked like they belonged to my mother and father, I think tomorrow I shall go back and make sure. If they do belong to my mother and father then they are rightfully mine and I shall take them back. I am so curious to find out what happened to my mother and why my father hung himself. So many question run through my mind it is too much to write but if I can find out I will."
-July 11

Darian Jenson

2006-04-10 [Death To the Living]: On the entry for July 8….where it says “We sat in the tavern for hours just talking about thing we like and what…..” shouldn’t it be ‘things’..??......and “Maybe tonight she will speak to me,…..”….is it supposed to be ‘he’..??........(still entry July 8)………entry for July 9…..” I know that we haven't know each other”…should be known…..????.............for July 11…. “Some of them looked like the belonged to my mother and father, …….”…..’they’ instead of ‘the’….???.......in the last sentence…..shouldn’t it be ‘questions’..??....

2006-04-10 [death before dishonor]: thank you, your very right...grammer wasn't really of my concern when i sat down to write this and for that i am sorry...but thank you again for correcting me

2006-04-11 [Death To the Living]: no problem......no need to be sorry for the grammer slip ups...it was still understandable......like i said...i'm here to help.....at least when needed......

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