On febuary 10th 2019 The girl decided that she had enough of her stress. She needed to escape from reality. So she ran. She ran faster than the wind, oblivious to what could have been infront or in back of her. As the wind rushed past her she realized that her home was here in the wind, within the trees and running until the earth's end. She had found herself at the old cemetery gates. As she wandered into the blackwoods cemetery she found that she was in fact not alone. There was a family of farmers just in back of the cemetery. The blackwood family. They had owned the cemetery in gownsdale town for centuries before. Their sheep had been staring the girl down for about twenty minutes but out of nowhere they all disappeared into oblivion. Gone along with the wind that had once blown her hair all different directions. She found herself following where the sheep had gone and in a matter of seconds she was standing on the blackwoods great lawn.
She observed the colossal house, the dark black wood and the small cemetery right outside. She noticed the stained glass and the great sky view that they had there at that very house, and that she felt secrets and history brimming in this house and in this land. She started to walk away when the wind began to push her back to the house. A woman dressed in a long Black skirt and a flouncy tucked in pink shirt. She had on circular dark glasses on and was smoking a very small cigarette. Her hair, brown and straight. A young girl about the same age as the girl who had been running, 13. When the girl approached the house the women asked ‘’Who are you’’. The girl was afraid to speak up,’’um my question is who are you?’’. And then the secrets spilled out of the land in a rush as she remembered who the mysterious women was.
‘’I am Margaret Blackwood’’ she says as she stands tall and confident.’’Now what is your name.’’