A Slice in Time

Hello all who may be reading this, this is my first story on Wattpad so brace yourself for the possible cringiness
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It was September 9th 1901 when I moved into the mansion on the hill. I remember the house having a dark, sad feeling the night I found the journal under the stairs, and from the time my eyes graced its pages I was no longer safe from whatever lied ahead.
The morning after I found the journal I went out to the back of the house, to see a massive garden where a jungle of plants that once bloomed and flourished hanging and drooping in a rotten, untidy tangle, this would definitely require some work. As I dug up the roots of a particularly foul-smelling bush, my fingertips hit something hard, causing me to jump; I dug down deep into the soil to see what it was my finger had hit, it was a creamy white and despite being buried in the dirt for what I could decades or even centuries it was surprisingly clean, and, apparently quite fragile since parts of it broke and crackled when I gripped onto it. It was a bone of some sort, most likely the leg bone of a pet long passed, not of terrible importance, sad, but not something to bother myself with so I threw it away and started at my work again. I was at the opposite end of the garden now, digging up what I presume to have been tulips, but now they were decaying and let off a sickeningly sweet, rotted smell, and once again felt something cold and hard on my fingertips, I, again, dug up the dirt and plants around the area around what I felt, then I saw it; a sight that chilled me to my core. I saw a jawbone. Not an elongated and thin one like that of a dog, but instead smaller and squared, like a young boys. For a moment I just sat there, frozen and in awe, my mind racing for a reason, ANY reason that something like THAT would have been buried there but my mind just drew a complete blank, and as I turned it over in my hands I could see it had not simply crumbled or fallen away from the rest of the skull, it was forcefully removed, possibly before death, seeing as the parts where it would have connected to the rest of the skull were dented and had large cracks down the sides, but why would it be like that?
I was shaking, my heart just about beating out of my chest, frozen in fear and knowing deep down that I had to do something but I didn't quite know what. That night I couldn't sleep no matter how hard I tried so I decided to read an entry from the mysterious journal I had found.
August 24th 1802

My master's orders are becoming increasingly crueler. I'm not sure what to do. He threatens to do horrible things to me and the others if I tell anyone of his 'secret'
Mariam

The entry both chills and confuses me since I know nothing of the mansions history. I need to figure out whatever this Mariam woman was talking about and why. The next day I contemplated whether I should investigating the upper floors or go along with a normal life minding my own business, pretend that finding the bones in the garden and the journal under the stairs was all a dream and I would wake up any second and everything would be fine and dandy.
STUPID! This is no dream, if it were there would be a lot more appearances by Prince Bhasficch (the name is an anagram, see if you can figure out of what), a LOT MORE.

So I went for it. I started up the stairs, jumping into cloudy, shark-infested water with my eyes shut, leaping into the unknown. My actions were either brave or stupid, and for once I didn't care which one, I had not a care in the world because I believed I was doing it for good, at least until I reached the door.

Ooooooooooooo suspense!!!!!
What'll happen next...
Now would be the perfect time to go to the second page
So do that
Stop reading
I said stop
You little rebel, I like you
But seriously, go to the next chapter
NOW!!!!
I'm serious
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-WC