It was a day just like today. The fields were bleak and the skies were a dark gray. I remember that day. The day that my parents had passed. It was December 20, 1784; my mother and father were sailing north towards Norway to celebrate the holidays with relatives. I decided to stay home as much of my family did not enjoy my presence. I was the least successful of the Evenstad name. Many of my relatives looked down at me, as most of my wealth was inherited from my parents, and not from the family business. I regret all of my decisions to this day, as that was the last day I would ever get to see my parents again.
The week before Christmas, my parents had hoped on a ship heading towards Norway. They would meet my aunts and uncles in Haugesund, …show more content…
He is probably coming to take your fortune next.”
“Nonsense, I would never let anyone come near my wealth”, I exclaimed.
I decided after the conversation to just be on my way. Before I went back home, I stopped by the church to visit my parents. Because my parents were always scared of grave robbers. They decided to build a crypt. They made me make a promise that I would bury them in the crypt, but I failed that promise. Their memory would still live with me.
The next week I got a visit from an unlikely guest. My cousin, Xavier, sailed from london to come visit me. He said that he wanted to see me as the last time he saw me was at my parents funeral. We stayed up late that night drinking and chatting. He told me about his many adventures in south Africa and east Asia. Unfortunately, I fell asleep from too much drinking, and that's when it happened.
The last thing I remember is falling into my cousin’s lap When I woke up it was early morning. My cousin tied me with rope and held my over a trapdoor. He had a knife in his hand and a look of evil on his face. Then I realized what happened. He was the murderer, not my servant. He was the one killing people across the countryside. Before I could say a word. He cut the rope that was tied to a hanging kedge, and I fell into the crypt. I hit my head on a stone, and everything went
The week before Christmas, my parents had hoped on a ship heading towards Norway. They would meet my aunts and uncles in Haugesund, …show more content…
He is probably coming to take your fortune next.”
“Nonsense, I would never let anyone come near my wealth”, I exclaimed.
I decided after the conversation to just be on my way. Before I went back home, I stopped by the church to visit my parents. Because my parents were always scared of grave robbers. They decided to build a crypt. They made me make a promise that I would bury them in the crypt, but I failed that promise. Their memory would still live with me.
The next week I got a visit from an unlikely guest. My cousin, Xavier, sailed from london to come visit me. He said that he wanted to see me as the last time he saw me was at my parents funeral. We stayed up late that night drinking and chatting. He told me about his many adventures in south Africa and east Asia. Unfortunately, I fell asleep from too much drinking, and that's when it happened.
The last thing I remember is falling into my cousin’s lap When I woke up it was early morning. My cousin tied me with rope and held my over a trapdoor. He had a knife in his hand and a look of evil on his face. Then I realized what happened. He was the murderer, not my servant. He was the one killing people across the countryside. Before I could say a word. He cut the rope that was tied to a hanging kedge, and I fell into the crypt. I hit my head on a stone, and everything went