My mother used to whisper tales to my ears. Stories about witches, goblins, elves, all kinds of creatures coexisting in one secret world hidden from our reality. I used to believe her. Key word, used to. Then she died. Leaving me all alone in this cruel, wicked, God-forbid world.
Truth be told, i never believed her. Or atleast i think i didn't... i was immature as a child so that's to be expected. Whats not to be expected is that i could tell she fabricated all her stories.
One time, she told me about a crimson witch that was buried down in the feiry pits of h-e-double-hockey-sticks. Said that, that witch was gonna be resurrected in the future or something. Her tall tales never seemed to make any sense.
After she passed away, i was immediately contacted by the nurse ought to be taking care of her. Thats how i ended up at my childhood home's attic.
I sighed reluctantly while rummaging through the dusty books, bags, clothes, and sealed boxes with a paper stuck to it that reads, 'Do not open. Property of Heather Williams'
I narrowed my eyes while assessing the box i now held in my arms. "Who's Heather Williams?" I blinked slowly.
As far as i know my mother's name was Serena Gomez. Can't be my aunt too. She's not a Heather as far as i remember. Or is she? "Eh. I'll just ask her later." I shrugged, setting the box aside.
After gathering all the stuff i could find in the attic. I looked around the attic and felt a shiver run down my spine, slowly realizing how creepy this attic actually is. Probably one of the reasons why i never went up here as a child other than my mom restricting me.
Just when i was about to come down through the ladder connected to the attic down to the flooring, a white parchment, folded in an envelope caught my eye.
I walked over towards the envelope and grabbed it. I flipped the envelope to the other side and saw that it was addressed to, H. Williams.
Is it a love letter? But i rapidly shook my head and tried to figure out who H. Williams had been. I eventually came to the conclusion that H. Willaims is Heather Williams. The owner of the sealed box i found.
I opened the envelope and there revealed a parchment paper with incredible calligraphy to say the least.
Windspine, Weathersport st., Elfenia
01/37/38
To my most beloved,
I hope this letter finds you in good health. I miss you so much. Things haven't been the same since you left Windspine. Is your sister doing fine there? Is she well? I love you. Write back soon.
Sincerely yours,
Ace
Awfully basic name. But okay. I really don't wanna get mixed up with any of this nonsense. And yet here i am latching onto my computer searching wherever the heck windspine is.
Yet to no avail. The place doesn't even exist.