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The Orphanage [Chapter 1: The Museum]
"Hey, check this out!" Sam said, with an undertone of worry in his voice, as he shoved his phone in my face. showing me the news article he had pulled up.
MUSEUM OPENS ON 160 YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF SILVER OAK ORPHANAGE'S SERIAL KILLINGS
June 24th, 1861 the 8 caregivers in charge of Silver Oak Orphanage were found brutally murdered in their own orphanage. Today, a museum is opened to honor those who lost their lives, almost 2 centuries later.
"Do you think they've found it? Maybe they've been holding out on the information as, like a sort of big reveal moment." Sam took back his phone, quickly scrolling through the remainder of the article. "I highly doubt it. They didnt find it back then, there is no way they would have found it now." I said, trying my best to comfort him. "Besides. it's probably long gone by now."
"But what if they did! You always see these documentaries about how they found some artifact from like, a thousand years ago! What if they-"
"SAM!" I shouted, cutting him off. He had now set his phone down on the table and was looking at me like he was about to have a panic attack. "Do you want to get the attention of the entire café?" Looking around Sam could see that people were starting to stare in our direction. He sank in his seat. I leaned forward and, speaking in a hushed, yet stern voice said: "You and I both know that there is no way they managed to find that book! Even if they somehow managed to uncover the location, they'll never get in!" Slowly I can see his shoulders start to relax and his breathing slow.
Sitting back, I continued to shovel what remained of my breakfast into my mouth. "You're probably right," he sighed "but shouldn't we go look? You know, just in case?" He was clearly nervous. His leg looked like it was ready to run off on its own, and his thumb was now on the verge of having no remaining fingernail. I sighed. "Fine. But you're paying."
On the drive over to the museum, I got this feeling that was starting to creep up on me more and more. I don't even know if I could describe that feeling. I was excited, but it was more than that. It felt almost as if I was proud. Proud to know that to this day people were still talking about what I had done. It was as if this museum was my trophy.
We turned the corner into the parking lot and...ther it was. It was exactly like what the orphanage had originally looked like. It was as if they had peered into the past, and plucked it out from where it stood all those years ago. The wood that made up the outer walls were dark and decrepit, like they had been worn down by time. Even on...
MUSEUM OPENS ON 160 YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF SILVER OAK ORPHANAGE'S SERIAL KILLINGS
June 24th, 1861 the 8 caregivers in charge of Silver Oak Orphanage were found brutally murdered in their own orphanage. Today, a museum is opened to honor those who lost their lives, almost 2 centuries later.
"Do you think they've found it? Maybe they've been holding out on the information as, like a sort of big reveal moment." Sam took back his phone, quickly scrolling through the remainder of the article. "I highly doubt it. They didnt find it back then, there is no way they would have found it now." I said, trying my best to comfort him. "Besides. it's probably long gone by now."
"But what if they did! You always see these documentaries about how they found some artifact from like, a thousand years ago! What if they-"
"SAM!" I shouted, cutting him off. He had now set his phone down on the table and was looking at me like he was about to have a panic attack. "Do you want to get the attention of the entire café?" Looking around Sam could see that people were starting to stare in our direction. He sank in his seat. I leaned forward and, speaking in a hushed, yet stern voice said: "You and I both know that there is no way they managed to find that book! Even if they somehow managed to uncover the location, they'll never get in!" Slowly I can see his shoulders start to relax and his breathing slow.
Sitting back, I continued to shovel what remained of my breakfast into my mouth. "You're probably right," he sighed "but shouldn't we go look? You know, just in case?" He was clearly nervous. His leg looked like it was ready to run off on its own, and his thumb was now on the verge of having no remaining fingernail. I sighed. "Fine. But you're paying."
On the drive over to the museum, I got this feeling that was starting to creep up on me more and more. I don't even know if I could describe that feeling. I was excited, but it was more than that. It felt almost as if I was proud. Proud to know that to this day people were still talking about what I had done. It was as if this museum was my trophy.
We turned the corner into the parking lot and...ther it was. It was exactly like what the orphanage had originally looked like. It was as if they had peered into the past, and plucked it out from where it stood all those years ago. The wood that made up the outer walls were dark and decrepit, like they had been worn down by time. Even on...
