Witchcraft!
She has replied! Olivia Leek has replied to my letter! I am upon the verge of destroying the book so that no more unfortunate souls will be plagued by this ghost and it's mind-boggling game! But wait- if I do that, than I shall lose the chance to find out more of this ghost-writer, for, I must admit, I am curious. Shocked, to be sure, but curious nonetheless. I shall reply to her letter, though, come to think of it, if she can read the letter part of the entry, than surely she can read the rest. I have made myself the village fool! The peasants must come to throw rotten produce at me, for I have been as foolish as a newborn colt! But, putting that aside, I shall reply to her letter.
To the ghost-writer, also known as "Olivia Leek",
I am most definitely not Rachael, whoever she may be. And why would you kill her? She is your younger sister! In my village, to murder another human being is common, but illegal all the same. To murder is punishable by death. As you know, I am not Rachael, in fact, I am Arabella of Belfast, daughter of Lord Magnus of Belfast, who is the sole ruler of the town of Belfast. He is a man of great value, a member of the Royal Cabinet of King Charles the First, the king of England. My father is an important man, he is told the more important secrets of His Grace King Charles. As for this word "clueless", I know not what it means, but I am confused beyond measurement. We are alike in this- nobody else who lives in my father's house would pull such a child-like prank.
I know that you are Olivia Leek. You have written it as your way of showing that a written work was over many times. I have read over and over again the words you have written in this Diary, for my eyes did not believe what they saw. You, and I quote, "...have plain old straight brown hair". Is that proof enough of the fact that I have indeed read what you have written? As for proof, here it is:
The date is the month of September, the day is the first, and the year is the year of our Lord 1644.
My age is thirteen years, I shall turn fourteen within the next month.
I do not know of a "cell phone number" or a "text", is this more witchcraft of yours, ghost?
My favorite food is, by no doubt, the delicious French onion soup that my father's favorite cook makes. It is the most divine thing I have ever eaten! The food of the angels! She surely must put some form of perfection into the broth!
I found this Diary in the attic of the great stone mansion in which I live. It was hidden beneath many old gowns that had been there for many years.
I believe that, to even try to understand this strange phenomenon, that you must tell me more of your life. Please write more!
~Arabella of Belfast
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