parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Definatly Not A Wishing Well Listening To: Nothing I wanted to write about what my father found at his store. Well, my father owns an Oriental Rug Company (established 1926...sorry) in the Old Town Section of Marblehead. His store is around 300 years old. So the whole building is tilting on its side very slightly. My father hired a friend of his to fix the problem. He comes in, rips the interior side of an outisde wall, looks down a discovers a well, 4-feet in diameter. He and my father grabs a flashlight to look down the well and they find that muddy water is still inside the 15-feet-deep stone well in the wall. But what they uncovered next to the well is the reason why I am writing this in my diary. They found bones. Not like little mice bones, regular, human-like bones. My father called the police and took the bones to the Marblehead Police Station, who are taking the bones to a lab for futher inspection. The most chilling part about this is that the police suspect the bones to be of a 4-year-old child's knee. If it is, new reporters are probably going to come and detectives and shit. They might figure out that I WAS THE ONE WHO KILLED MY 3-YEAR-OLD CHILD! I ONLY DID IT BECAUSE SHE HAD SYSTIC FIBROSIS! DUN DUN DUN! Haha, no, I kid. But I'm not lying at all about the bones and shit. I thought my father was lying, but I now know he definatly isn't. Verry creeppy. 11:57 a.m. - 05-04-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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