Back in History, we began reading another transcript from our textbooks about Morningstar's past. For the past week we have been learning about the building and property itself, but now we got to take a look at those who worked and lived inside it.

David sat next to me again. Vi walked in.

We shared a moment of silence, she did not glare this time. I noticed her sunken eyes and restless eyes that darted around the room.

Her arms and legs were golden again, her cuts now covered by intense layers of makeup.

I opened up to page thirty five and read:

The people bring a different sense to Morningstar. Each room was made with care, but each person was made sure to know of such.

Morningstar has been home to many as the champagne glasses on the grass are told. As well as the dust in the attic, and so do the holders in the walls, home to many things now in history books.

The holes in the walls, it has come up everytime I read about morningstar.

But Morningstar was home to one very special man. Wendle Morningstar was his name. Mr. Morningstar was a man who played for fun. But he played a bit too much, as said by his ex- wife Deligla, who now is a yoga instructor. So this game playing man decided to turn this mansion into a house of games.

He lived on the property with new wife Rose Morningstar, and their two sons, James and Walter Morningstar. The house itself was turned upside down in a way of its traditions.

Tunnels were built, holes made in walls, secret hatches, levers, and doors. Soundproof rooms, and one way glass. Welndle Morningstar never missed a beat.

His youngest son Walter had just turned 16, Walter was Born at the Building. And his father kept it going for 16 years. After Walter's Birthday he and a friend decided to go into the tunnels his father had built.

They never came back, search parties, police, and hound dogs could not find the young men.

After such a tragedy struck Morningstar, Wendle shut everything down. In his grief he drank too much, and 'went crazy' as claimed by wife Rose.

Rose Morningstar took her last son (18) to live with her mother for a bit while Wendle had his craze.

When they arrived back in the mountains of Colorado she found him in his study with a pool of blood around his head. Some say Wendle was murdered, but others think he killed himself in his weakened state. Rose wished this never to be discussed as a public affair, so no police investigated, and no conclusions were made; at 56, Wendle was buried on the estate in a remote part of the woods. Over the years this location was never revealed, and it shall not be as once said by James. Researchers cannot find the body ethier, it looks like James was right.

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The bell had rung again.

My mind rushed. They had Never come back, does that mean, wait no, they would be dead by now. My hopes droop, I must be making a weird face because David stares at me sceptical.

David Love was different. He had a special figure, a shape unlike any other, his mind was crowded. He was mysterious, had many things to be unknown, and his moves were unpredictable.

So I now have two questions on the table.

Who is David Love, and what's Happening With Vi?

"What is up, with you?" I ask, trying to keep my anger and confusion under control.

David smiles a bit.

"You sulk around, you make out with girls, but why me, why, me?" I ask, picking up my bag.

"You, you, you are so confusing, I can't understand you." I walk up to the door watching David follow behind me.

"It's like you have some interest in me, and I can't help being myself" He says, throwing his hand up in the air.

I groan loudly then spin around to face David.

"I have a class to get to, good day, Mr. Love."

I walk away.

Back in Metha house I get comfy on the couch and talk to Daisy.

"So rough day?" she asked implying to my fuzzy pajama bottoms and my Lavender tea.

"What?" I ask sleepily.

"You only drink Lavender tea when you're tired, or you've had a bad day."

I smile a bit then watch her go up to bed.

"Night!" I call back, she does the same. The time. The clock, the creaking of the house in the wind

I notice it all, the crackling of the fire. But I never hear an opening of a door.

The time passes by.

1:00

2:00

3:00

Vi never comes. I get up and look out the window. No one is anywhere to be seen.

What's going on?

I run upstairs as fast as I can. I rummage through my door and find my flashlight. My fingers grasp it tightly as I put on my red overcoat.

I slip out of Metha house and into the Night. It's cold, the wind blows harshly against the trees. There leaves now a golden red color.

Where would Vi be? I look around and silently call out her name. No response. I go deeper into the wood.

When kiki's words strike my memory, it's hot. The hole in the ground, I run through the gardens and find myself by the Anatomy building.

The statues look to me, their eyes a blank stare, these figures bare and cold. It was creepy, they watched me as I looked around for the hatch, as it seemed.

I walked behind the Man Kiki was leaning on before and behind him I saw a circle of cut out grass.

I pick it up and move it. Underneath was a man hole with the inscriptions.

"Cork and Co, Rose Morningstar."

What was I doing?

I heard voices as I reached for the hatch. I pulled my hand back and listened. It sounded like crying. Was Vi crying?

Slowly I pulled back the door. A ladder was supplied as well. I looked inside and saw a big space. The crying was a bit louder but I saw no one.

The space was dimly lit with what looked like candle light. I lowered myself into the pit and looked around. It was cozy, but smelled of wine and was musty.

I looked over to see Vi, wait no, Instead I saw Kiki.

She turned to see me.

"Oh Danny" Her eyes were red and puffy. She was curled up in a ball against the dirty brick wall.

"Why are you crying, what's wrong?" I ask, taking in my sournounding. Old wine bottles line the floor; they were labeled 'Cork and Co.'

Kiki sniffled and tears crashed over her. She attempted to speak but I could only make out a few words.

"She, She, told me-" Crys come again. "To, meet her, here, but she, oh-" She cries again sobs rack where her body and she jolts back and forth.

"Kiki It's okay, just take a deep breath, who is she?" I glance around and see a few crates attacking one another and another beaten up rug with pillows on the floor.

"Danny, she, she,-" She calms down a bit slowing her rapid breath.

"Over there, I saw her, Vi '' I clicked on my flashlight and pointed it towards the crates.

Slowly I walk over in the direction Kiki was pointing at.

My breath stopped as I peeked over the corner of the crates.

"Vi?" I ask, knowing she won't respond. I see her body, a pool of blood around her head, her glowing skin now sparse and sickly.

Her eyes were covered by a blindfold. He hands bound in rope. I dropped the flash light and covered my mouth stifling a gasp.

Vi was dead.

Just like Wendle Morningstar, she took a bullet to the head.