Distant Sorrows (1)

The little cramped closet on the third floor of the Harrison Property was Abraham's only comfort. In this closet, he kept what was most dear to him: his fathers old journal, his mothers antique flashlight, and a pillow case. Comfort was rare at the Harrison Property. In between beatings, Abraham would sit on the pillow case in his closet bedroom and with a quill and cheap ink he would write about the atrocities of the Harrison Property. The binding of the journal was slowly falling apart, and the once beautiful leather, was quickly aging. The Harrison Property was a piece of work. The few neighbors that lived by, rarely glanced at the house, and it was often called a haunted mansion. The exterior of the house wasn't anything peculiar, it was just another large mansion on, Crackety Lane. But the few who had been inside knew that the rickety floors, the undusted furniture, and the darkness of the house made it creepy. Usually at midnight Abraham would often leave the closet sized bedroom of his, and wander aimlessly around the house. Tiptoeing carefully, Abraham made sure that his caretaker would not hear him. The caretaker probably made the house even more frightening. She is known to few as the Beater, and to those who don't know her, she remains mysterious. Her real name is Frannie Flicker. Frannie Flicker is a murderer


-Eric