NOVEL WEB Chapter 3: Chapter 3: The Start Of It
REMI DARKO'S JOURNAL:
Was compelled by my sister Aster Darko to write journals some days ago but the reason of my writing is not that. Some suspicious incidents that incurred to me, in the former, made me write this. And I must admit that these incurred to me not first time, but this time it really haunted me. After grandfather's death, there started a chain of mysterious incidents that incurred to me and my family. In the quest of these, my father Mr. Orion Darko went to Helmsley/where my grandfather lived before his death. There is something very obscure which I'll unkennel. But the incident that incurred last night - Ah – I am still shuddering, that incident left me appalled.
Yesterday night when I passed through my grand ma's room, I heard something "this harsh reality will kill me. This harsh reality will not let me live more." If I was not wrong, the voice came from that very room. I stepped forward to see what was next before me __ but my last attempt darted in my mind when I was caught by my mother on the moment (because no one was at liberty to go to her room, the reason she gave to me was she was sick). However, I same back to my room. The clock was striking 12 when I was awaken by some noise. The howling of wolves far away to the town was crystal clear to me along with waving wild wind outside. It seemed to me that someone was walking near the door. I put on my slippers to see that who was there but there was no one "is there something trivial?" it astonished me when I heard my mother's voice and my heart was nearly breaking out of my chest. "N... NO mom, I heard some steps-so...." I couldn't complete when I saw squinted eyes of mom. My mom said __ rather requested grievously because I had to sleep well all the night because tomorrow, a long journey was waiting for me.
I had to go to my father and the morning train was dew at 9:30 am to Helmsley. So I stepped forward to my room. As soon as I opened two door / saw __ perhaps felt __ that someone was peering through the window left to me, but he got out of sight when I rushed to see who was there and I was about to die with fear when I saw a tall, black shrubs near to my house! I don't know who was he? what was he doing there? but was so agile. I couldn't sleep all night but it was 4 am when I was triumphed and slept well. I'll unravel it. Now it is 10 am and I am in the train to Helmsley. The long slops of flowers swayed gently on the top of the hills and on either side of mountains that come in the way to Whitby are blissful.
This journey is so tedious to me and I can't write more.
REMI DARKO'S JOURNAL
DECEMBER 3
AFTERNOON
My watch is striking 3 pm and I am on my way to Whitby. I tried to sleep but could not. I am worried for home, because the incidents that incurred to me can also happen to anyone else. The next stop is mine and I am getting ready for it.
REMI DARKO'S JOURNAL
DECEMBER 3
7:00 PM
I am writing this in my small but well-furnished room which the honor of the hotel "The Langley" reserved for me on the strict instructions of my father. Whatever, I think that the chain of that suspicious events will not spare me even in Whitby. It was my intermediate stop to get ready for the next half journey waiting for me ahead. There was a mob everywhere in Whitby station. Whitby is also famous for its mysterious and traditional history and the beauty of its rugged moors also attract the visitors to Whitby. It is famous hull in Whitby that 'the journey to Whitby is more / suspenseful and mysterious than the destination.'
I took my luggage and suddenly a Taxi appeared before me. Its driver was a mysterious-looking man. I couldn't see his face who was hidden by a large brown hat made of famous leather of Whitby. "Mr. Remi?" He asked. His heavy voice was strange to hear. "Yes, __ you?" I asked as my eyes squinted. The man didn't move a little during our appraisal. A sudden feeling of unease surrounded me and it seemed to me that man was reticent more than normal. A large smile appeared on his brown __ rather white, cunning lips which I could see under the hat and then, finally, the answer to my question came. "It was your father's strict order to pick you up to the Langley Hotel as soon as you reach here."
I could not but startled at this reply and felt abhor in my mind for this strange man. "OK Mr. anonymous. Let's go." I replied drily and clenched my wrist when he guffawed at my grievous reply. He was driving so fast as showing that how much dexterous he was in this errand. Now, it really seemed to me that he was reticent more than normal as he didn't speak a single word during our journey. The taxi stopped before a large gate of Langley Hotel, with rugged,
mysterious but tranquil moors smother side . . and I got out of the taxi. The long, heavy hand, with a strange scar on it, of a driver stretched out through the door, "good-bye Mr. Remi, it was nice to meet you. Oh! I forgot ___by the way, you'll also find me in Helmsley. You know, it's your father's,....". He said and I tried to look at his face but it was all in vain because the large, brown hat was covering his face well and it was that very obstacle betwixt me and him. The atmosphere of Gothland, Whitby where the Langley Hotel lies, was so blissful to me. I entered the hotel that was flickering with large golden lights, as it is also well-known for its old traditions. In fact, it was a cozy atmosphere inside the hotel. There was a small but well-organized reception office on the right side of the entrance and the rooms were constructed on either side of large serving area where furniture was organized in superficial manner but seemed nice to me and . this all was a delightful scene to me. The servants were so agile. Finally, I was brought to my room. It was small but well-furnished and pristine. The long, heavy Turkish curtains were enhancing its beauty, a huge sofa on the left corner of the room, made up of leather which was died in red was also contributing in the beauty of the room. Everything, was rusting in this small but vibrant room, I was given a supper of well-cooked meat (ham, Turkey) with different kinds of sauces. Eat! grey coffee and a large delicious bread which they call "Turkish bun". I was tired and hungry too, so ate well. Now my eyes are closing. Goodbye! let me take a short sleep!