Mundane cycling of life. Wake. Eat. Work. Sleep. An endless cycle until the inevitable grasp of death. The final curtain call. Maybe there was an encore. Who knew? Dead men tell no tells.313Please respect copyright.PENANAJly6ClIC5f
Marissa Summer Webb, a woman who moved into the nearby town five years back. A much more up-to-date with modern society, than the middle-aged village. The out-of-place town was almost like a time capsule. The modern community, Wealdstone, was a normal town with normal people.313Please respect copyright.PENANAF95gH7R0kA
Marissa bloomed in Wealdstone. Made a friend, got a house, went to a business trade school, and opened a business. Spiritco. Spiritco was a small but successful brewery. Ms. Webb was the co-owner. Her partner was what girls called the boy next door. Daniel Pond. Born and bred in Wealdstone. While ladies wooed over the tousled-haired man, she quickly became interested in him platonically. He was her first and only true friend. Daniel became intrigued when he heard she came from “that” town, regarding Eastwood. Eastwood was known to be the macabre village, despite no one dares enter the fog-encased town.313Please respect copyright.PENANAhx66watSPp
The two friends were roommates. The correct term was Daniel let Mar crash at her place when finding out she was staying in a motel on the edge of Wealdstone. She did help with bills so maybe roommates were a proper term.313Please respect copyright.PENANA8LAGnSlVQk
He walked into a shared office on a sunny Thursday, holding two things of hot beverages. For Marissa, a lightly roasted coffee with two pumps of creams and a good amount of sugar. Due to it being the holidays, Daniel was holding a cup of hot chocolate, with whip cream and sprinkles. “It’s officially December 1st-“ He sees his partner going through papers, one hand through her hair while propping up her head. “I suppose I shouldn’t say happy holidays. I thought bills were due o the 20th.” He hands her the coffee and pulled his swivel chair towards her. “What’s up.”313Please respect copyright.PENANA5pKYlB4RNF
Marissa looked up, it was obvious she needed much more caffeine. Eyes screamed misery. “Grandfather has given me everything in his will. His property belongs to me.” Before Daniel uttered out the standard ‘I’m sorry for your loss’ phrase, she shook her head and wore a tight, forced smile. “Don’t be sorry. You didn’t kill him, did you? He got what he wanted, buried at his graveyard. Poetic, don’t you think?”313Please respect copyright.PENANALBbo5wX37Q
At the mention of the somber news, his eyes brighten at a different prospect. “So you’re going back to Eastwood…right.” He then realized the inappropriate moment after the posthumous news. “Sorry, but you are going right.” Dan’s voice was much calmer.313Please respect copyright.PENANAOqvjUUPOiG
“Yes. I need the property ready for being sold. It’s difficult. With the outdated property and the town, well no reasonable realtor agent would want it. No one dares step foot in the fog. Which means I have to. Have to give it a chance of being sold, even if it's futile. I have to leave for Eastwood tomorrow. I’ll ideally be back in a month. I hope you’re capable of not burning the place down.”313Please respect copyright.PENANA3wF3LhDWNz
A light jab to ease the mood. A light chuckle escaped his lips. “You go home early. I’ll be late returning home, I have to return all my arson tools.”313Please respect copyright.PENANA1UGawvV5g1
Marissa went to the townhouse shortly after, already knowing she’s going to miss the house. She packed all the essentials. She also added brightness to her accessories to contrast the soon to be darkness and gloom. She didn’t bother packing electronics, Eastwood didn’t have internet or Wi-Fi access.313Please respect copyright.PENANA7LskJ5WuUF
She eyed herself in the mirror. Her grandfather’s eyes looked back at her. Both of the Webbs had gray eyes. She sighed. Her grandfather, Louie, a man who defied all social expectations. A wacky old professor type, well in triple digits. Why did a man who was not normal by any standards, have to succumb to death like a normal person. Tears couldn’t form, nor did she want them to. Marissa left them for a reason, and this was her punishment. 313Please respect copyright.PENANAfukRilxmGB
She didn’t leave out of the cruelty of the household, in fact, her family was nurturing. She just left so she could see if outside the fog was as quite magical as Mar imagined. It was everything she imagined and more.313Please respect copyright.PENANAUSYd1EtjLb
An accursed town did have magical properties she supposed. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the innocent house’s air. One that didn’t house the dead, presumably.313Please respect copyright.PENANAkuCAUCIvo3
The property her grandfather left her would be a change from the house she has grown to love, from the sunny yellow painted walls to the memories she made in this house. “I’ll miss you.” She said touching the walls then crawled into her bed. 313Please respect copyright.PENANAKmpsD837tG
Closing her eyes, she drifted off into an anxiety-driven sleep. The nightmare induced monsters still more normal than what she’ll encounter in Eastwood. This was her home, not the graveyard that was given to her.313Please respect copyright.PENANAEb3b8izcgf
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Webb of Lies
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Last updated: Dec 16, 2020
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