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PREFACE

the day my husband died i was walking up the stairs. i don't remember much. i know that it was too cold for a summer. i know that i was carrying something important. maybe it wasn't important, but it was important enough to be carried upstairs.

i never loved my husband i know that. well i did love him but not in the marriage way i also know that. i know a lot of useless information from that day, from those couple seconds when everything when wrong.

i do have one memory, one fact as clear as day that is so important that the police don't believe me. that memory is that i saw me walk into the office where my husband was where he died that day.

i have no twin, no biological siblings. no one that looks remotely like me. it was so uncanny valley that i thought i was dreaming.

it reminded me of the book 'corroline'. how she described the 'other mother' of being identical to her real mother but everything was too pushed. her hair was too long, she was too skinny, her nails were too long ect.

i felt like that as i looked at this twin. her hair was too dark and greasy, her smile was too wide and her teeth too white. she was too tall and her arms too short.

when the 'twin' turned and smiled at me, her unsettling too perfect to mine but somehow, way off smile. i froze, i never thought you could freeze like that. i never froze when my parents confronted me about sneaking out to party's. i never froze when my current husband caught me kissing my boss. i never even froze when some drunk men were ganing up on me when i was 16.

of course i was scared and felt like this was the worst moment in my life but it always got better. not then though. then i froze. then it never got better.

if i didn't freeze i could have warned my husband of the knife. i could have done so many things to prevent me losing him. but instead i stood and stared at the door as i heard his screams.

CHAPTER 1

i wake up sweating and heart racing again. it takes a little while to calm myself from the supposed nightmare i have no memory of. the only evidence of these nightmares is that i wake up as you saw, frightened, terrified even. i have no idea what could be causing me to react like how i do. sweaty, wide eyed, heart racing and feeling like i have to vomit everything i've ate in the past 10 years.

as i come to my senses i look around my room. it's pretty basic, a desk, a wardrobe and my bed with bed table. except for the fact that the walls have a slight lilac tint.

i was thinking about buying a plant but it will just end up dying. i'm not good with keeping things alive. plants, animals (i've only had fishes those didn't go as planned), children (i wouldn't even last a month), ect.

as i climb out of bed i feel like i missed something. 'is it a birthday today?' i think 'maybe a job interview'. i keep thinking on what i could be missing until i'm about to go down the stairs.

oh...

i look at my phone and see the amount of missed messages i have. i read the most recent one which is a message from my mother saying that she's going to come to see me.

shit.

today the adversary of the death of my aunt who killed herself in this house 2 years ago.

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as i scramble to clean things up for my mother i think about my aunt verslla. the one who died here.
they say she went crazy after my grandfather was shot and ended up killing her husband, my uncle. that my grandfathers death made her schizophrenic or that she was always like that and the death opened her true self.

i don't know what to believe but i do know that before everything aunt verslla was the 'fun aunt' she would take my cousins to the theatres and arcades when young and when older clubs and concerts.

everyone loved her until she killed uncle marco. then suddenly everyone said that she was always crazy and started saying all the stories when they were little and how she, punched my mother or pushed my other aunt down the stairs. and how she was never there real blood being adopted ect.

it was like there was a new key that unlocked a missing box that was sitting in everyone's heads, waiting to be opened.
quiet and patient.

mid sweep i hear a knock on the door distracting me from my thoughts.

not even a second after i open the wooden red and brown coloured door was i immediately smothered in hugs by not only my mother but also my cousins carl and maxell.

"oh! my sweet baby ellie!" my mother extames "it's been to long! have you eaten yet??" mother says as she observes me.

it's been two weeks.

"i resently got an apartment with my boyfriend. you could live with us. if you want of course!" carl offers. my entire family have been trying to get me out of the house since this was where 2 deaths were, yet i can't leave.

for aunt verslla gave me her house in her will. and i believe she did it for a deeper reason then my family thinks. i believe that my aunt never killed herself and more importantly her husband. 

CHAPTER 2

"you good there?" my mother asks. i look up relising i never answered there question about living with carl and his boyfriend who i've never met, and don't plan to.
"oh! sorry." i say "that's very kind of you carl. but i'm quite fine here thank you."
I can tell my cousins but mostly my mother doesn't like that answer. but they seem to get the hidden message from my reply to stop bothering.

maxwell sighs. he's the youngest of the entire family. almost headed to university (18), he never got the aunt versella experience nor really understood it all. but i do know that the 3 deaths affected aunt beth greatly and that did have an impact on maxell considering she is his mother.

i never really understood aunt beth. she's the only one who really believes aunt versella when she said that she didn't kill uncle but some sort of doppelgänger did.
of course that never made sense since the
security cameras said otherwise.

yay thats everything!!! i probably wont update this cause i have no memory of what i was going for this, and i already have a book im working on. but if this surprisingly gets views (it wont) and people do like this i might  

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