First entry too "The Old House on the Hill"
I still remember the day we arrived at Yellowstone. I remember when we saw that house on the hill. It looked so old and mysterious. It all started when we were in the car driving towards Yellowstone. It was dark outside, so it wasn't until we saw the giant sign saying 'Now Leaving Yellowstone National Park' that my mother realized we were actually in it. We came to a stop at a Motel. It was small, cute, and just outside of Yellowstone. We took all our things inside our room and slept in it. I remember that as we were sleeping I could hear the coyotes howling and crying out as if they lost a loved one. In the morning me and my cousin Samantha woke up early to have a look around the Motel. We looked outside, it was beautiful. The trees were dancing in the cool wind and the sun was in just the right position. We walked towards the administration office and went inside. It smelled a little bit funny, like old people and grape flavored bubble gum. We walked towards the free breakfast table or what ever you call it and started to pick a few things from it. I had a donut and orange juice. My cousin had a bowl of Fruit loops. We took our things and sat down at one of the tables. We started eating when Samantha started to stare at something behind me.
"What are you staring at?" I asked as I bit into my donut.
"Look through the window." said Samantha as she bobbed her head towards the window, in back of me.
I turned around and looked through the window. As I looked through it, I saw something sitting on top of the mountain, behind the motel building. I couldn't tell what it was. It looked like some type of contraption, a machine maybe. "What is that?" I asked as I looked over at Samantha.
"I don't know Kaila. It kind of looks like a house." said Samantha, as she took a bite of her Fruit loops.
"That it is." said an old man sitting down at the next table, reading a newspaper.
Both me and Samantha looked at him with a questioning look on our faces. He took his paper and sat it down before he started to talk again. "That house up there, used to belong to a man named Mr. Pennyworth." said the old man as he took a sip of his coffee.
"What happened to him?" asked Samantha as she leaned over the table to take another bite of her cereal. "He killed himself." said the old man, taking a slite pause before talking again. "He jumped off the unfinished second floor, of that house." said the old man as he pointed over towards the house.
"Why did he kill himself?" I heard myself asking. "Well, it was during the great depression and his son had just been reported missing. So, I guess that he, just, didn't want to live anymore." said the old man with a sparkle in his eyes.
"What happened to his son?" asked Samantha.
"Nobody knows. Except, that before Mr. Pennyworth killed himself he started to go insane. Ranting and raving about his son being taken by a witch." he said as he stared through the window.
Both me and Samantha looked at it for awhile until we decided to go outside. We picked up our things and headed towards the door. As we left the building both me and Samantha looked up at the house. It looked grim, now that we knew what happened there. Both me and Samantha walked back inside our room and started to get ready for the day.
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