Daylight Diaries 1

Under a draw lays paradox, of diarys but one found is still missing, time has no value. Houses go missing , Famlies discover a haunting flashback.
Years passed without single memory, of the Minot a terrible monster , until time passes in a hourglass the peace will come .
New home are there, old home has vanished now, it's up too freinds and family figure out missing pieces.
Try break the monster called the minot, and the true one down under
By Joseph

Author's note

J.a 2017 copyright

48. Page 3, open space

         The doors shuddered a bit, though got more, and more read upon, the things inside, the empty closets in the rooms, seemed more empty, and then suddenly opened it seemed, very different then what alia was expecting.

         For one the key that stood there, were just completly different, even though there were so many to keep now, as if the closet in the open space was there, something even more amazing alia noticed the outside, had not valued much of her memory.

         Unlike the other houses around them, this one seemed just far fetched unnatural, from the outside, even if this house had been occupied, it certainly had more answers inside, timelessly outside this one.

    The minot had, perhaps the diary it was looking for though, alia wasn't quite going to give it up though, even if it didn't belong to her something timeless intruded her, she always read it and it sounded to make her comfortable inside and out.

      After all the looking in the cellar, it was time for the, scary bizarre things to just float in the air, as gravitation went, going slowly upstairs marked,more comfort of an amazing level.

       One room seemed open though with no keys needed it had been on the first floor, though tick ticking, up the stairs a clock never before seen, there but if time had dissapeared slowly, why was it there.

   Even things inside seemed more, and more perhaps normal then the outside.

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