CAMILLE’S POV :
What could possibly be inside that safe?? I’m so exhausted from turning this house upside down and still nothing, this is my last chance, because I really don’t know where to look anymore.
I stared at the safe, my heart pounding in my chest. I had to open it, but the code was eluding me. I had been trying for hours, but every combination I tried was met with a harsh, metallic beep.
I leaned back in frustration, running my hands through my hair. I had searched the entire house for any clues, but I had found nothing. I was starting to think that the safe was impossible to open.
But I couldn’t give up. I had to know what was inside. I took a deep breath and approached the safe again. I studied the dial, looking for any patterns or hints. I noticed that the numbers were worn and faded in some places, as if they had been used frequently.
I decided to try the numbers that were the most worn. I slowly turned the dial to the first number, holding my breath. To my surprise, the dial clicked into place. I repeated the process with the second number, and again the dial clicked into place.
With growing excitement, I turned the dial to the third number. I pulled the handle and the door of the safe swung open. Inside, I found a small leather journal and a stack of old photographs. I couldn’t believe it. I had done it. I had unlocked the safe.
I sat down on the floor, my hands shaking as I flipped through the pages of the journal. It was filled with notes and drawings, and I could tell that it had belonged to someone very important, her name was written on it.
I flipped carefully through the pages to see if I’ll get some answers of my cousin’s whereabouts. It was taking forever until I came across a write up.
*Today, my heart is heavy with the weight of betrayal and heartbreak. I never thought that the person I loved and trusted the most could ever hurt me in such a profound way. I gave them my all, and in return, they shattered my trust and broke my heart. I am struggling to come to terms with the fact that the person I thought I knew so well, was capable of such deceit and betrayal. The pain is overwhelming, and I feel like I am constantly reliving the moment when I found out the truth. I am trying my best to focus on the future and the lessons I have learned from this experience, but it is hard to move on from something that has left such a deep wound. I am slowly learning to let go and trust again, but it will take time for my heart to heal, but for now with all the problems, I need peace*.
And the last part of the note I saw , *The witches cemetery, look there*.
Those this mean that is where she is? What’s up with all the parables. Looking for this cousin of mine is harder than I thought.
I kept everything back in the safe and locked it back up for security reasons. Everything was still in my head and I knew I had to head to the witches cemetery as soon as possible.
I picked up my phone , dialing my aunt’s number.
“Auntie, do you know about the witches cemetery here?” I asked.
There was a pause on the other end of the line before my aunt spoke. “Yes, I know of it. It’s located on the outskirts of New Orleans, it usually very quiet and peaceful. It’s where the witches are laid to rest. But why do you want to know about it?”
“I think I might have found her but not sure yet. I’ll keep you updated aunty, stay safe mwah”, I ended the call, taking my leave to my destination.
How do I find this place, just found out that my aunt’s information was a bit confusing to me. Ugh what now? Okay so I opened my phone and went to the map, searching for the location in New Orleans and yes!! I found it.
I walked down the winding path leading to the witches’ cemetery, my heart pounding in my chest. The sky was overcast, casting a gray pallor over the landscape. The only sound was the crunching of my footsteps on the gravel path.
As I approached the gates of the cemetery, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. The gates were made of wrought iron and were twisted into the shapes of gnarled tree branches. They were open, but it seemed as though they were inviting me in rather than allowing me to enter.
I stepped through the gates and into the cemetery proper. The graveyard was quiet, almost too quiet. The only sound was the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. The gravestones were ancient, many of them dating back centuries. Some were so old that the inscriptions were no longer legible.
I walked deeper into the cemetery, my eyes scanning the gravestones for any sign of life. But there was none. The place was eerily silent and still. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched, but I saw no one.
As I continued to explore the graveyard, I came across a particularly old and decrepit gravestone. The inscription on it read “Here lies a witch, feared and revered in life, but now forgotten in death, but do you think I’m dead?”.
I couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down my spine. The graveyard was definitely giving off a creepy vibe, but it was also fascinating. I couldn’t help but wonder about the stories of the witches buried here. Who were they? What powers did they possess? And why were they feared and revered in life, but now forgotten in death?
I was about to turn around and check other graves, when somethings pulled me back. The initials on the gravestone, it was “NI”.
I took out the small knife hidden in my shoe as I slit my palm, allowing my blood spill on the grave until I was satisfied and I stopped. I prayed for it to be this one. Nothing was
happening as I stared at the grave but then finally, the ground shook, I quickly backed away.
Finally, I had found her.
“Thank you for leading us to her, little wolf” I turned my back to see the witch and her minions looking at me. I knew it, I had a feeling that I was being watched. Their attention averted to the grave and their eyes widened. Of course they thought they would dig out her body I suppose.
I’m glad that now they knew they had something else coming because NARA INADU is awoken.