I don't know whether I am lucky or not but I got the room of my late first grandfather Mr Andrew's room . It's literally unbelievable that the room is still as great as it feels like like it is still used by someone. When I was looking at the room like a mesmerized person , suddenly someone from behind told me not to look at it like that. Its my grandmother but when did she even entered here and how long she is been here . Seeing me looking like that towards her , she told me that she just came here . She leans forward and motions me to sit next to her. I went ahead and sat down then she told me not to wonder she always took care of this room ,it is her brother's, the person she loves and trusts the most . I asked her how did he died but as soon as I finished my sentence she held my face and said not to talk like that she said, "I still believe that my brother did not die " . I said but he lost minimum forty years ago then how did he
" He is still alive , still alive , he needs to , he needs to ,he can't , he can't " my grandmother started to shout .My father and uncle came upstairs and asked what happened. My grandmother stood up and leave the room without saying a single word , after that for the whole day she didn't even leave her room not only that she didn't even talked with anyone nor did she eat .since then everyone started to act different with me as if I'm some kind of criminal,even my parents. This drama continued till she came out of the room .Rejected by everyone,where my father could never go a day without talking to me,he even asked me to leave his presence today although those twins tried to approach me but it seemed like there parents didn't like it .It was as if everybody was hypnotized by her .Scolded by my parents I returned to my room, to pass the time i decided to take a porper look of the room.It is such a big one,there is two windows one of them is on the east side and the other one is in north .The bed is in front of the east sided window. The north sided window is awkwardly big than the other one,from this side anyone can see the end of the village. Particularly this side of the palace is like a fairytale.Not just below this house,a little further there's a Small river .It can be seen that once it was quite prestigious,but now it has almost dried up. Trees like Oak and Maple are lined up beside the river .I was almost mesmerized by the sight but suddenly I felt as if someone told me to look at in the house too .I looked back but there was no one so i thought it was a mistake in my mind.In front of my bed a little further there's a study table beside's it there is a bookshelf with lots of book .I started moving the books and there was no author whose book was not in that book self.In addition to these,there were other necessary items such as cupboards and dressings tables ets .Being attracted by the books of the bookshelf,when i was moving the books i was suddenly more attracted by a book,and when i picked up that book,suddenly a soft rustling sound came from behind me. I turned around and saw what looked like a small drawer sticking out from the bottom of the cupboard. I went forward and saw that the drawer contained some torn papers and a key .It looked like the torn papers were part of a diary .One thing I'm sure form the handwriting on the torn papers is that this handwriting is not my father's nor my grandmother's . After flipping a few pages i saw dates, "1984" is this for real ? then is it my grandmother's and if not then who could this diary belong to ?
Could it be Mr Allison's?