Hampton, Virginia

November 1, 1850

Last night, something terrible happened. I should have known my happiness would not last long, it never does. My Mary was taken from me, not by illness, but by a terrible curse. Worse yet, I could have prevented it, but I let my caution slide. It’s all my fault, now Mary is gone forever.

Our evening started off as it usually has, with a light dinner and a walk along the pier. Mary loves to go out on All Hallows Eve, something about the spooky ambiance gives her a thrill. I was planning to propose to her on the pier as well. That was before my life was torn out of my grasp by a dastardly assailant.

We were strolling along the boardwalk, a crisp breeze whipped past us as the full moon glistened above. We co...

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