Chapter One... (An original writing)

Arranged in our grandparents house like a set of depression glassware, we often think of boxes packed away, unequivocally hiding secrets under a dusty handmade quilt. Shelves lined with sparkling glass, and antiques correlating to the era that they grew up in. In this instance, the kitchen was piled with old cans and boxes of food. Eventually the oldest date we found on a can of old tomato soup was 1989. My sister, her husband, and niece moved into this house in early 2019. They were living with someone who was very close to my brother-in-law. This is where the mystery begins. What began as an inspiring tale contributing to the evolution of music, became an instant scandal that spans back as early as the 1950’s. What could have aspired during those early days? 

It is 1 a.m. in the middle of the week, and the house phone rings. In most houses in the 21st century, the house phone only rings if it is an emergency, or is one of those telemarketers that incessantly try to trick you with recordings that sound like robots. Dane is someone who is always suspicious of these types of phone calls, and was probably not expecting the person on the other end of the line to be an actual person. After a brief moment of confusion, he asks who is on the other line. This person claimed to be the daughter of the man whose house they were living in. No one knew she existed. Dane quickly carried out the phone call and let the woman (or was it a girl?) on the other end of the line know he would let him know she had called.

The next morning these accusations came to light...

*This is all my original writing. Copyright laws apply. This is just an excerpt.