The Diary Keeper ["The Dark Legacies" Series]

Chapter 57: The midnight heist

Spring finally graced Hazelford with its presence, breathing life into the land. The world transformed as nature awakened from its wintry slumber, with vibrant blooms painting the landscape in hues of delicate pastels.

The sweet melodies of songbirds filled the air, dancing on the gentle breeze that carried the fragrant scent of blossoms. The days grew longer, and the warmth of the sun bathed everything in a golden glow, casting playful shadows among the rejuvenated trees and flowers. Hazelford embraced the season of rebirth with open arms, a tapestry of color and life unfolding at every turn.

What should I be thinking about? Obviously, the approach of summer vacation. What was I really thinking about? I believe you can guess what. Somehow, in my life, besides studying, being part of the Young Photographers' Club, and hanging out with friends, I also have to plan a heist. And that's not even mentioning the mysterious mental illness, ghosts, shadows, the diary... What else did I forget on this list?

But before executing this grand plan, there was one more thing I wanted to do.

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I am here again, where life and death whisper to each other. The moonlight painted a silver tapestry across the old graveyard, where time and tombstones stood still. Waiting, as I often did, for Mia's ghostly presence to manifest once more.

The night was heavy with secrets, and the distant rustling of leaves added a mysterious cadence to the air. I felt a chill, but it wasn't the cold that sent shivers down my spine; it was the anticipation of connecting with my long-lost friend from beyond the veil of existence.

In a few minutes, Mia's ghostly figure began to materialize. It was as if the moonlight had taken shape, coalescing into the form of my old friend. Her ethereal presence shimmered like a wisp of smoke, and her eyes, once so familiar, held a specific spectral glow.

Mia's ghostly lips parted, and her voice, a haunting echo from the past, reached my ears.

"What brought you here again, my dear?" her smile was gentle as always.

"I'm having visions. I have some issues with my head. My parents think it's all my psyche, but I know it's not."

"Lia, I came to you in your visions, and I know about your problem. You're not sick. Hazel and I didn't die from an illness; it was dark forces we couldn't overcome."

The once calm night grew turbulent, as if the very elements themselves had taken notice of our encounter. The first sign was a distant rumble, like a growling giant awakening from slumber-the thunder. It rolled through the heavens, a harbinger of the brewing storm.

"So, am I the next victim?"

"Dark forces are trying to possess you, but don't give in. You have a rare talent, and they want to steal it from you."

"What exactly are these dark forces you're talking about?"

"Shadows and a witch or wizard who manipulates them. They want to kill you."