"Excuse me, ma'am?" I said politely to a librarian. The old woman had snow white hair, really bad crow's feet around her eyes, and was extremely overweight. I cringed a little.
"Yes, darlin'?" She responded, with a hint of a southern accent. I cringed again.
"Can I please look through the town's records?" I flashed a smile.
"Why, sure!" She exclaimed. She seemed happy for no reason at all.
"Thanks." I said quickly.
"Right this way." she said motioning with her hand. I followed obediently.
She came out from behind her desk, and started walking on her chubby legs to the other side of the library. Suprisingly, she was walking really fast, and I had to jog to keep up.
As I trailed behind, she lead me to a door that was tucked into the farthest wall in the library. She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a ring of keys. She turned around, smiled at me, and started humming a tune that wasn't any song I'd ever heard. My shoulders sagged. She was taking forever to find the right key.
"Hmm, not this one!" She said over-happily. "Nope. Not this one either!" She giggled to herself.
Finally, she pulled out a silver key and stuck it into the door. "Aha!" She said excitedly and clapped her hands. I reminded myself to never let my future kids turn out like this old woman had.
She turned the key in the lock, and the door popped open. I grinned ear to ear. Now to find out about James.
"Let me know if you need anythin'!" She said cheerfully. I muttered my thanks. Get lost, I thoguht to myself. I turned around.
In front of me stood a long room, that was maybe fifteen feet long, and five feet wide. Why did it have to be so narrow? I backed myself up against the wall, and began searching.
I came across a census book from 1890. On the inside was a list of the names of people from my town. I looked under the letter M.
James Monroe was there alright. I trailed over next to his name with my finger, and gasped loudly.
Someone had written next to his name in sloppy handwriting one word.
Murdered.
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Abilities
RomanceTessa Larch was always labeled as the "weird" kid. The small community in which she lived in whispered about her abilities. Some said she was able to communicate with the spirits of the beyond, but others just thought she was insane. Because of this...
