Lara and The Mansion in the Woods

The Diary of Secrets

I paced all night planning my next move. I have things to consider. First, I can’t just go there and confront them. They haven’t done anything to me since yesterday which tells me that they are not aware that I know that my hallucinations were real. Second, I learned through a ghost that I’m not safe from this place. Should I even trust that? I mean there's a key I don’t know about that magically slipped it’s way to my pocket. I think that’s enough proof that I haven’t lost it. Or have I? This won’t help. I sighed, trying to keep my composure. I opened my curtain only to realize that the sun was rising. As the sunlight touched my cheeks, I realized that one thing Eilif told me. From the way I remember it, she spoke of a kid whom she cannot remember the name of but became friends with. I wonder. So now there's two things. The boy, and this key. I quickly ran to my diary by the bedside table and scribbled it all so I will not forget.

He might be able to tell me. But how can I talk to him? Eilif went to me but the Boy is different. I have to go out and find him. Perhaps if I do found him, he'll give me more answers. I'm putting my hopes that I'll find what I'm looking for after all of those things that happened, I cannot miscalculate, there's no room for error or my plan will end as soon as it begin.

However.

The only thing that I can hold a strong hope on is this key. The boy is a different matter and I don't even know if he truly exists. The most sensible thing to do is find the keyhole for this key. As I held it, I am thinking of a place on where to begin. As I am sitting in the bed, I staring sharply towards the door knob. A key this size. I'm guessing this is for a doorknob or a drawer. I griped the key and walked towards the knob. I tried to put it in through the key hole but it won't fit. The rounded end of the key wont fit to the flat keyhole. I tried it on my drawer just to see of it will fit but it doesn't work either. The keyhole's shape is a bit similar though. I sat on my bed again and sighed in frustration.

"This won't be easy" I popped my knuckles one by one with my thumb trying to think of something. As I stared on the bedside lamp still lit with sunlight already surrounding the room, a thought crossed my mind. In order for me to find the keyhole, I should completely explore this house and make a map and list of all the things I find. I'll count all the doors, knobs, and drawers with keyholes.

Am I really doing this? What if I completely lost it and just planted this key in my pocket? I had to make sure. And if so that this is true, then will be the beginning of my search for the truth. If not, I'd finally confess to the Fletchers what I've been experiencing. I have to go back to that library and look for proof. I breathed deeply trying to gather some strength. I kissed and held my mom's necklace and slowly journeyed my way back to the library. As I walked the halls, I haven't noticed anything strange. All the pictures on the wall were the same. I reached the end of the hallway and something caught my attention. The portrait with blurred faces was gone. I ignored it so I won't lose the courage to go. I continued to walk and finally reached the door to the library while still holding my mom's necklace. I held the knob and slowly turned it and then slowly, I opened the door which made a creaking sound. The first thing that I saw was the reading table that I sat on and the book I read, still left open to the last page I read, several bookshelves lined parallel to each other, and the morning sunlight that seeps through the windows. Certain that no one is here but me, I walked in slowly. I looked for something that can prove that those things really happened. As I slowly walked passed three bookshelves. Nothing was there. No mimicking footsteps, or a cold breeze. "That's it, I lost it..." I announced to my self as I realized that I'm officially crazy. I turned around paced slowly but then, as I was walking, it felt like I stepped on something. When I stooped down and took it, I realized that it's a yarn. I held it in both ends and its about the length of my face from cheek to cheek. Realizing that I found what I was looking for, I quickly ran to my room and brought yarn with me. I'd put in between the pages of my diary, maybe this could be useful. I was running too fast that I bumped into a man with a strong stature. Its a tall man with grey side burns. Its Mr. Fletcher.

"Oh dear what are you up to running around like you saw a ghost?"

"Sorry Mr.— Dad.."

"Its alright dear, just don't run around like that, or you might hurt yourself"

I noticed that Mrs. Fletcher is also here. Both of them are we'll dressed as if they we're going somewhere.

"Dear I'm afraid we would have go away for a few days. We have to go on a business trip and you would have to stay here"

"Can I join you?", I said just waiting for them to say no

"I'm afraid we can't"

"Its going to last 7 days and we can't bring minors to that trip."

"We'll be back before you know it"

I replied with a frown which is a complete opposite of what I really feel.

"How about this, we'll buy you presents from our trip so when we come back, your room will be filled with presents"

"Ok" and I hugged them accepting my defeat. I really have to make things convincing, I can't afford for them to notice.