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Writing Project
In a small town by the name of Draien, there’s a cemetery called Draien Grove, in that cemetery, there’s female teenager by the name of Dresal who lives in the Mausoleum in the middle. Dresal’s parents bought the Mausoleum which they thought was a house, but once they seen it they knew they had been lied to by the people of the small town. One night they just disappeared, Dresal hasn’t seen them since, Dresal doesn’t leave the Mausoleum unless its dark and she knows no one is around. There is an oddness about Dresal, since she could remember she’s been able to see, speak and hear spirit’s. This is Dresal’s story, lets begin with the day of Monday October 9th, it was a cloudy day in Draien like normal, there was news floating around that someone was moving to the town. Like any other day Dresal was asleep in her bed in the secret tunnels under the Mausoleum’s floor, Dresal’s long curly black hip length hair was spread out of the dark red sheet’s of her bed. Dresal had milky white skin like the other people of the town because they hardly get any sunlight in the small town, but Dresal’s skin is much, much paler. Dresal slept on, much like the spirit’s she shared the Mausoleum and the cemetery with, that day in town was noisy everyone was wondering who in there right mind would come to Draien to live. By noon that same day, everyone had found out, it was a young male with black hair and grey eye’s, the people of Draien found out he had bought the mansion on the hill. The mansion on the hill looked over the cemetery, the people of Draien thought it was haunted, which it was, but they didn’t know that, once the sun started to set Dresal woke up. Dresal opened her violet eyes and yawned before stretching and getting out of her bed moving aside the black netting that was hung around her bed. Dresal got her clothes and went to her bathroom with was also under the Mausoleum floor, once out of the shower Dresal got dressed in a black long sleeved turtle neck shirt with a grey vest over it. Dresal wore black skinny jeans, Dresal had no reason to wear shoe’s so she walked around barefooted, after Dresal brushed her long hair and put it up in a white ribbon. Her bangs swooped down across her left eye covering it from view, she walked out of her room quietly making hardly a sound at all, the only noise she made while walking was the swish of her long hair swinging from side to side. Dresal walked to the staircase which would lead up to the Mausoleum, she pushed the stone that would open the hidden door and it opened making a small rumble as it did. Once it was open Dresal walked out into the Mausoleum, which she kept clean just like the rest of the cemetery, she walked out into the moonlight that was covering the cemetery like always. Dresal met up with a young female ghost by the name of Mercedes, Mercedes had short red hair and bright green eye’s, her lips were tinged light blue. Dresal and Mercedes were also joined by Imil, the stray black cat which follows Dresal as much as he can, Mercedes smiled at Dresal and Imil while Dresal sat on Mercedes headstone like normal.
“ Good evening Dresal.” Mercedes says quietly.
“ Good evening to you as well Mercedes, and you as well Imil.” Dresal says while Imil jumps onto her lap.
“ There’s talk in the town.” Mercedes mentions with a smile.
“ Talk? About what?” Dresal asks interested.
“ Someone’s moved into the old mansion on the hill.” Mercedes says pointing to the mansion.
Dresal turned her violet gaze on the mansion which had one light on in the whole house, it was on the top floor the window was facing the cemetery.
“ Hm, that might be trouble, whoever it is has probably already provoked the spirits staying there.” Dresal mumbles.
“ Maybe, but if they had wouldn’t the spirit’s have already flocked over to you upset and yelling?” Mercedes asks with a smile.
“ Very true, maybe they wont disturb the spirits there.” Dresal says with a smile.
“ I hope not, lets go we need to be on the back plot to clean the headstones back there, and the spirit’s will most likely want to talk to you.” Mercedes says with a twinkle in her eyes.
“ Okay, come on Imil lets go.” Dresal says while picking Imil up and carrying him with her.
Mercedes leads the way to the plots in the back of the cemetery, also in the back of the cemetery were fruit tree’s which Dresal often ate. Dresal followed Mercedes while petting Imil who just relaxed in Dresal’s arms like normal, Mercedes turned to Dresal and smiled. Mercedes was really pretty even in death, she was pale and had freckles over her nose and under her eyes on her cheekbones, even transparent she looked alive. Dresal got down on her knee’s setting Imil down, who jumped on top of the headstone and watched as Dresal cleaned away the weeds, which in turn brought out the spirit of an older man around eighty.
“ Eh? Who’s disturb-en my grave?” He asks looking around squinting his eyes.
“ Its just me, Mr. Claven.” Dresal says softly.
“ Dresal, my child, its been a long time since you came to visit.” Mr. Claven says with a nod.
“ Yes, I know Mr. Claven, but I’ve been busy with all the other graves here.” Dresal says while looking up and smiling.
“ Yes, I figured thats what it was, did you know a young man about your age moved to town today?” Mr. Claven asked.
“ I had heard someone moved in but I hadn’t known it was a guy.” Dresal says.
“ Yes an odd young man is what Mrs. Coven says, your remember Mrs. Coven don’t you?” Mr. Claven asks.
“ Yes I do Mr. Claven. She lives up in the mansion.” Dresal says while standing up.
“ Good, good, You did and good job as always Dresal, I just wish someone else would help you.” Mr. Claven says while nodding his head.
“ I would rather do this myself Mr. Claven no one cares enough to take care of these graves like I do.” Dresal tells him.
“ Yes thats very true, and a wonderful job you do Dresal, Simply wonderful, well I’m off, Going to go see the young man myself now.” Mr. Claven says while floating away.
“ Okay Have a nice night Mr. Claven.” Dresal says while watching him float away.
“ Hm a guy...” Mercedes says with a grin.
“ I guess so.” Dresal says with a shrug.
Dresal and Mercedes did there rounds for the night, with Imil and the other spirits for company, Once the sun started to rise Dresal stayed out to watch it for a while, Mercedes couldn’t stay but Imil did. Once the sun was over the mountains that surrounded Draien, Dresal got off the tome stone she was sitting on and turned around in time to see a young man running off the steps of the mansion and running towards the cemetery. Dresal’s violet eyes widened and she started to run to the Mausoleum, Imil stayed where he was, once Dresal was inside the Mausoleum she ran over, found the stone to move the wall. Once it was open she ran in and it closed behind her she ran down to her room careful of a few late spirits who were going to bed as well, Dresal opened her room door and went in breathing heavily from running so fast. Up in the Mausoleum was the young man, who’s name was Quincy, he had black hair and grey eyes which were looking for anything out of place. Quincy sighed a little before turning around and walking out of the Mausoleum, Imil was sitting in the shadows watching him, once Quincy was gone Imil laid down and went to sleep. Down in her room Dresal was changing into her black and white scull and cross bone pajama pants and a black tank top, Dresal got in bed and fell asleep. The day of Tuesday October 10th had started out a little sunny, once noon came though it changed, the clouds came and covered the sun and the day got darker and dark a storm had come.
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