The Secrets of Longcrest

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  • Published: 15 Jul 2017
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#2 in Secrets Series (Secrets of Dunharrow House). Standalone book.
When Katy fell though the floor of her home, she died, her sister calling her name.
But when her siblings came back, they discovered something that shocked them to their core. Something that shouldn't have been possible.
So, what happened to Katy Dunharrow?

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6. Beach and Books

Slowly, the months melt away into years, and I regain my own independent mobility, with no use for a wheelchair or crutches. I take up many hobbies, from swimming to cooking to hiking. I attend the high school now, as a junior. I'm top of the class and am considered quite popular, though I'm still a pariah, though no one expressly says it anymore.

What sets me apart from everyone else is my past, meaning, I have none, and from that, many differences branch.

When I was "fourteen" I began to get more interested in my own case. The Daniels aren't rich, and therefore, don't own a computer, so I spent much of my eighth grade year at the library.

I searched everything I knew about myself, from where I was found, my bloodwork, surrounding areas... everything.

Sadly, I uncovered almost nothing. The towns around Longcrest are few and far between. The two closest towns are nearly thirty miles north and then south. To the east lies the ocean, about ten miles away, and to the west forests and hills. I came from the east, though I think I traveled more than ten miles, but is thirty really possible?

My bloodwork from when I was in Dr. Ross' clinic showed no signs of disease or medication. I even have the most common blood type: O-positive. 

And the surrounding towns have no missing person's reports.

Without answers, I obsessively searched from eighth grade through tenth grade, earning the title bookworm. They thought I was just researching for the fun of it, when, in reality, it was to uncover myself.

One day in November, my best friend, Gina and I decide to go out for a hike on the beach and surrounding forest. 

I get chills, and not just from the cold sea mist. 

Gina talks mindlessly about makeup and the last boy she slept with. I gush at all the appropriate parts, though lately I've found her senseless chatter annoying. 

Lost in thought and staring at the gray sand, I don't look up until Gina is pulling at my jacket.

"Bea! Bea, look! It's an old house!"

I look up and see she is correct, though you could never miss it. 

We're on the back side of a weathered house that's seen one too many storms. Moss and mold cover the old house.

"Let's check it out!" cries Gina, and sprints toward the house.

"No, Gee. I think it's a bad idea!" I call after her. I run after her, irritated. I always get bad feelings when I go to the beach. It always nags at me in my head. 

Something about the beach. Something about water. The ocean has something to do with you!

The waves crash against the surf and I fear a storm is brewing. 

"Gina!"

I follow Gina to the front of the house, where she's knocking on the door. It doesn't look like the house is inhabited though. At least not recently.

Gina smiles at me and turns the knob of the door.

My heart sinks as we enter the old house.

Slowly, the months melt away into years, and I regain my own independent mobility, with no use for a wheelchair or crutches. I take up many hobbies, from swimming to cooking to hiking. I attend the high school now, as a junior. I'm top of the class and am considered quite popular, though I'm still a pariah, though no one expressly says it anymore.

What sets me apart from everyone else it my past, meaning, I have none, that from that, many differences branch.

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