Amy sat on the sofa looking at the mural on the wall. Something seemed very strange about this mural. She studied it every chance she got. The girl in the picture looked just like her. Her height and color of hair were the same. The girl in the picture even had a beauty mark on the side of her face, identical to Amy’s. She asked her mom about the similarities. She didn’t give an answer. The girl was standing exactly the way Amy would, if she was in a picture. Amy knew something was wrong. She would continue to ask questions, until she got the answers she wanted.
Amy was 13 years old. Her family lived in a very old castle by the sea. The house had been in their family for generations. There were 5 children in the family. Mom home-schooled everybody. They never had neighbors come to visit. There were no neighbors, so that explained why they never had company. The only one that ever went into town was their butler. He was an older white haired gentleman. He’d been in the family as long as Amy could remember. The castle was spooky at it’s best. At it’s worst it was down right scary. There were secret passage ways throughout the castle. Sometimes Amy would follow them but she’d always get scared and turn back.
One day Amy decided to go into the library and start going through some old books. Mom didn’t like Amy looking through old books. Mom said the past had nothing to do with the present. Amy couldn’t understand her mom’s views on this. Mom was usually into reading books except, when it came to history books of the family.
Amy had a large family. They were fun and she loved them but, she really wanted friends. There were lots of people in the castle. The butler lived in the castle along with a maid and a cook. Her grandparents lived there along with a few aunts and uncles. Amy’s brothers and sisters were there. They were all nice and she did love them, but sometimes she was lonely. Her dad spent a lot of time in the city. Sometimes Amy would ask her dad if she could go with him and he always said no. Amy promised herself she would get to the city. She wasn’t sure how but that’s what she wanted to do.
One morning after her studies Amy went into the library. She was looking through some history books. She came upon a book on their family history.The book had actually been hidden behind another book on the third shelf. It was dusty and very old. Amy took the book and went up to her room. She had an old desk by her window. She did her homework at the desk, after dinner in the evening. It was a cloudy day so she turned her desk light on. She settled down to read the family history. The pages were yellow and brittle. The book was written in the early 1700’s. It was written by an uncle. His picture was on the inside cover of the book. Amy looked at the picture for a long time. She had the nagging feeling she knew the man. It was impossible. She didn’t known him. This was the year 2013. This book was written a long time ago. The man didn’t resemble any of her family members. Amy continued to look at the picture and something dawned on her. It was his eyes. She knew those eyes. They were just like her eyes. How could that be. There was no way. Family resemblence was one thing but she felt like she was looking into her own eyes. It was creepy. She shut the book and ran downstairs.
The next day after algebra, she decided to continue reading the family history. She skipped the picture of the man. It made her uncomfortable. She started on Chapter 1. The family had lived in this castle all the way back to when it was first built. It was made to withstand storms of any kind. The castle sat high on the bluff. If you went high in the castle and looked out the window, you could see water for many miles out to sea. There were pictures of the castle a long time ago. Someone had taken the time to paint the castle just as it was. In one painting there was a girl standing near the window. Someone that looked a lot like Amy. She slammed the book shut and ran out of her room.
When she walked into the kitchen, she was white as a ghost. Her mom asked what was wrong but Amy didn’t answer. She went to look at the mural on the wall. She studied it for a long time. If Amy didn’t know better she would think she was the girl in the picture. Amy had a small scar on her wrist. In the picture the girl had her arms by her sides. Amy ran and got a magnifying glass. She got a chair and stood on it. Now she had a close up of the girl in the mural. Her hand was shaking as she tried to hold the magnifier steady. As she got closer to the girl she felt queasy. On the girl’s wrist was a small scar that looked exactly like the one on Amy’s wrist. She almost fell off the chair when mom walked in the room.
Amy’s mom told her to sit down. She had a story to tell Amy. A long time ago Amy had been very sick. Her family was grief stricken. They thought Amy was going to die. They had found an old book with majic potions in it. Amy was near death when her mother decided she would do anything to keep her alive. She did what the book said and Amy slowly started to get better.
There was just one problem. Mom had not read the consequenses of the majic spell. By the time she found out what was going on it was too late. Amy was never going to age. She would stay at the exact age that she was at the time of the spell. Her family would all age and die but she would go on without them. It was a curse. As time went on Amy forgot and each new generation would take over and become Amy’s family. They would care for her until they were all gone and the next generation would be born and replace her family. Amy’s mom was now her caregiver. Someday she would die and a new family would replace the one she now had.
Amy was so horrified when she learned the truth that she ran out into a storm. The wind blew her into the sea never to be seen again.
Sometimes on a windy night, it almost sounded like they could hear Amy calling for them.
After this horrible event, her mom and dad searched high and low for the book of spells. They were going to destroy it. They could not find the book. There was a possibility that it had been destroyed long ago. If anyone got their hands on that book the repercussions would be devastating.