When you spell Live backwards...

Kelly Anderson has had a knack for solving mysteries since she was two. She spends all of her allowance money on Lemony Snicket books , and never goes anywhere without her Magnify glass. But then, when her family moves to A small town called rosewood, they meet there next door neighbors, The Goth's. But something seems wrong with them... they are the word Live spelled backwards. First, Kelly see's 12 year old Cassandra goth set a stray cat on fire. And then 7 year old Victoria goth falls of a three story roof, and gets back up without a signal bruise. And things only get worse from there. Will Kelly be able to solve the mystery? Or will she end up like the Last Family who lived in her new house?

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4. Attic

                               School did not get any better, or any worse for the next few weeks. I learned more about the people there, though. Helen was an only child, and other than me, she only had a dog for a friend. I felt kind of bad for her, but i managed to convince her to be happy she was an only child after telling her about the time Amanda glued my hair to the bedpost with gum while I was sleeping. I became fast friends with Helen, but the other girls where a different story. I learned that the three fashion divas where Lisa (The blonde), Amber (The tall one), and Melissa (The short one). They where the most popular girls in school, and the meanest. Helen said she would never forget the time they filed her locker with marbles that spilled out when she opened it, and got her in trouble with the principle. And from what I've seen, they aren't all that fond of me, either. Every time I see them, The just ignore me. I tried to say hi to Amber once, and she just looked at me like I was something that had just crawled out of a garbage can. 

                                 It was a dark, stormy night. I was the only one awake. I had just got off the phone with Vanessa, and for fun, i was trying to follow spider tracks with my magnifying glass and see where they where all coming from. Then, I heard something. A strange, creaking noise. I followed the noise, thinking it was a mystery better than the spiders, and found something I didn't notice before; an attic door. I didn't see it before, because all the dust made it one with the rest of the ceiling. But now I could see it clearly, because an ominous light was coming from the cracks.

                               

                                 Slowly and cautiously, I reached up and opened the door with a creak. as I opened the door, the light went out. Slowly, I made my way up the latter, to find myself face to face with a rocking chair, that was making the noise i heard as it rocked back and fourth. and sitting in it was...

                               

                                  for one wild moment, I thought it was Victoria. But as I looked, I realized it was not one of the Goths, but an old, creepy looking Victorian doll, And I assumed the chair was rocking because of the wind coming in through the open window. I made my way forward to close the window, and got a closer look at the doll. It was pale, with black eyes, and long, jet black hair, wearing clothes of only black and white. It was obviously old as the house, probably left behind by the last people who lived here. It was coated in dust, the clothes had moth-holes, and clumps of hair where missing.

                             

                                     I went back to bed, knowing that I was probably going to be seeing that doll in my nightmares. But, in my haste to get out of that creepy attic, I forgot all about the light I saw coming from the attic door. And, little did I know that the lights where once again on,and, little did I know that Cassandra was out in her yard, staring intently at the attic window, holding two sharp sticks in her hand, as well as a meat cleaver. And, little did I know, that because I had seen the doll, My life was about to make a turn for the worst.

                             

                                        And, possibly the end.

 

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