Chapter #4The Medallion by: Hazari   The sky was clear and the fresh air support a pleasant day a perfect day of summer. Sadly for a young tee of 14 years called Mike wasn't that. He seriously was dissapointed, this was supposed to be his first real vacations, a travel to the exotic maui, for his disgrace his mother suffered an car accident, happily she survived, sadly she will have be in recuperation for two months and his father instead choose send him to the house of his aunt in Bridgemouth.
Bridgemouth, was a small city nest to the Ontario lake in the state of New York. The city was famous for be a old place full of history and culture, it's historical center still well conserved was builded in a classic georgian style. But nothing of this can change the opinion of Mike what thought that all the place was simply old and boring.
The house of his aunt, a small old mansion from the 19th century doesn't was of his taste, for make worse the situation, the old man was a guy very antiquated who guard that house lika a museum. From the beginning his aunt Thomas tried be nice but him always give he orders like don't enter in some rooms, don't run or going to bed early in the night.
One day like the others your aunt Thomas ask you go to the central market and buy the food of the week, at the beginning you was obstinate to go but the old man was very direct and witouth nothing better to do you go to the center of the city. In your way you see various old houses, finally you are in the principal street, what go direct to the center, sadly for you pass in front of the old cementery, place was make you always feel scared for his creepy and abandonated look, but this day something call your atention a group of boys are enter to it, a few curious you see that they go to the mausoleums, the creepiest place imaginable.
That make you see the ridiculous of your situation, this place wasn't boring, you are the lame who don't know how have fun. After this revelation you go to the market and return to the house of your aunt more efast that the usual, tomorrow you going to that cementery and explore it.
In the next morning you take the breakfast more earlier that the usual, surprising to your aunt you ask him permiss for give a long walk. He happy with your energy, accept your petition and tell you to return before the hour of lunch. When you are in front of the cementery you see the place more scary what the normal but that don't stop you to go inside, soon you walk between the tombs of old people after that you climb the small hill in the center of the cementery, in the top you can see all the city from his large heaven to the Joonyutah River and the great bridge that cruise it. After before you note, you start to love the peace of this place finally you decide visite the mausoleums and for your surprise now don't look scary instead they look nice places for rest. With curiosity you visit all of them and after a hour you decide that from all the mausoleums one stand over the rest, the one who belongs to your family.
That tomb was designed with a impressive gothic style and was decorated with statues of great quality, but the most great was the one that repose in the top of the mausoleum a big eagle of solid granite below that bird was written: Calvert Family
Withou any dude you enter to see the interior, after all this place belongs to your family, inside only was niches for the coffins but before to return to the exterior dissapointed, you see a statue bigger and more inpressive what be in the top of the building but like that was a eagle.
You notice that the eagle was over a stone box like a kind of guardian. You think that don't be too bad see what was inside of that box sadly you see that was closed with mortar,. Instead of go to home you deside insist and how that tomb was humid the mortar finally cede to your strenght, reaveling the inside of the sealed box and for your surprise was a serie of medaillions of beautiful design.
The temptation of take one is strong but your conscience make you see evident truth, that was steal and this place make your supersticious side rise again. Still after a minutes tour clock start to sound, soon will be hour of lunch, what make you more nervious, finally you decide...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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