Brentville(Jordan foley) Brentville

Brentville, “A town where dreams die”. This of course wasn’t the real motto of the town but it’s what the locals deemed to be true. Up on the tallest hill in Brentville, the Old Jameson Mansion stood crooked. It was everything, but pretty. An all black, five story with a total of eight windows which all seemed to be cracked. The stairs that led up to the grey beaten door were the color of turd brown. The one sense of invitation the house gave was the lantern that was lit to the left of the front door. No one knows how the lantern is still burning after fifty years. The mansion was said to have a murder mystery tied to it and those who dare to solve it may enter the house for an unbelievable adventure. Fifty years ago old man, Jameson, lived in his mansion. After a horrific storm his road was blocked off by trees, no one could get to him. Two days later, once the trees were removed, his daughter came to visit him and found him dead in a puddle of sticky, red blood. She screamed in horror. Investigators couldn’t figure out what happened and closed the case without solving it. There is said to be clues around the house for those who choose to try and solve the case.

Ana-Kat lives next door to the mansion in a house that looks like a pea compared to it. One night she was having a sleepover with her two friends, Cris and Aliza, and they were playing truth or dare.
“Aliza, truth or dare?” asked Cris.
“Ummm, truth,” said Aliza.
“don’t be such a wuss, Aliza” said Ana-Kat.
“okay, okay dare,” Aliza quivered.
“I dare you to go into the mansion next door and spend a night there,” Cris said.
“Bet, see you guys tomorrow!” Aliza exclaimed. Aliza is a petite blond that is always up for a challenge, she never wants to come across weak. Also, she had problems fitting in in the past. She is lovable and kind; she agrees with everything because she never wants to upset anyone and that’s why she took on this challenge even though deep down she felt uneasy about the whole thing.

She took a bag she packed with a sleeping bag, charger, flashlight, and snacks. She began to walk over to the mansion. Although she had a brave face she was petrified about what could happen that night. She pushed passed the big grey creaking door and began her night.
She walked into the master bedroom and put her stuff down on the ground. She then sat on the bed and noticed something a little off about the bookshelf. It appeared to be in alphabetical order except one book was out of place. She pulled it out. A Time of Death. With nothing to do she opened the book to find a random key inside. This wasn’t just any key because it was shaped like a dart with a note attached to it that read, “You’ve found the first clue, look at you go, it’s time for you to embrace a journey to find who the killer is. You're going places you never thought you’d go. Take this key shape like a dart and look for the door, that’s where to start.”

Aliza thought to herself she had nothing better to do and started to look for the door.
She walked through every floor but couldn’t find a door with a key that fit. As she was walking back to the master bedroom she noticed a dart board with a little hole in the bullseye. She pushed the key in and it clicked, the door popped open and behind it was a long dark tunnel. She turned on her phone flashlight and made her way down it. She walked about five minutes before coming to another door. She went through clue after clue until she reached clue number nine.
Clue number nine didn’t look like the other clues. Every clue had “oj” written in the corner of the clue, but this clue was missing that. Someone has tampered with the clues, she doesn’t know why or how. She continued to look around the house, but it seemed to be a dead end. She was staring at the wall when she realized the wallpaper was peeling in the corner. She walked up and peeled it up to find a note hidden in the corner of the wall, with “oj” written on it.
She began to read the note when she heard something rustle in the background. She turned around only to find herself face to face with a pistol.
“Who are you?” She said shaking.
“Your worst night mare,” the intruder replied. The intruder's face was covered with a mask and she wore all black clothing.
“Why are you doing this? Who are you?”
The intruder uncovered their face and to Aliza’s surprise it was old man Jameson’s daughter.
“My Dad was a crook, who never paid attention to me. He was always working on his house.”
“So, you are the one who killed your father”
“Yes, I did and I would do it again in a heartbeat. I’m about to do it to you, too. You should have just let it be, but you didn’t.”
“Please, please don’t kill me”
“Too late.” She cocked the gun and pulled the trigger. *boom* and like that Aliza’s lifeless body fell to the ground. The intruder ran off while the thick, red blood was filling up in a puddle on the ground.

It was noon and Aliza wasn’t back yet, the girls started panicking and rushed next door to check on her. They checked the house frantically and couldn’t find anything. Then they walked upstairs to find Alize face down in a puddle of her own blood.
Brentville, “A town where dreams die” , is now known as, “A town where people die”.


(Maeve)

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