I bet that every story book you've ever read the good always defeats the villain. Well, in this case the only evidence I have to say otherwise, is from the many stories that have been passed down through generations. My great, great, great, great, great grandmother and her granddaughter this great memoir of my family history.

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This particular story starts in the streets of a 1990 village, when my great, great, great grandmother, Natalia was walking home from school. Her dear grandma was extremely ill and the doctors said that Stella should die in less than six months. Each day as Natalia arrived home from school, she would listen at the doorway of her house that lead into the living room, to see if she could hear her mother crying, hoping that if she knew the news wouldn't be as startling. Natalia ran home as fast as her legs could carry her. When she got home she listened and hoped that today wasn't the day they all dreaded, but today was that day. Her older sister Matilda drove them straight to Stella's house. The sad emotions they were hiding soon took the upper hand and brought them to tears. Her mother, Melissa managed to say through her heavy sobbing that they could keep what they wanted. Natalia tramped up to the attic where she knew Stella kept most of her belongings.

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When her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, Natalia found the cord to turn on the light and pulled it. The light flickered before turning on, the room looked exactly the same as always, except a mysterious box was placed right in the centre of the room. It was covered in red velvet, Natalia took the red velvet cover off the box and discovered that there was a key hole right in the middle of the lid. She look around and found a shoe box resting in front of her right shoe, picking it up she realised it was clearly labeled 'Photos', opening it up she saw the unmistakable shape of a key.it was forged from brass and it fit perfectly in the keyhole, Natalia opened the box and inside was an object wrapped in purple and gold silk. Slowly, she unwrapped it not wanting to break the object inside, but alas it was a glass prophecy ball. Knowing the significance of a prophecy ball, Natalia placed it on her palm, almost instantly a black, evil face emerged from the clearness. Natalia screamed and dropped the glass sphere. As it hit the rug of the attic it smashed on the ground, a plummet of black smoke erupted from it. The black smoke enveloped her then clamped on her. She was being tossed and turned like being in a washing machine.

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