Post by JinxedIrene on Sept 21, 2013 9:19:12 GMT -5
In Lenoresfiled, there is still an unsolved mystery that has evolved into a local legend.
The story revolves around the diary of Alexander Jenkins, the town’s undertaker. The diary is in the historical district’s evidence box, though it is little more than a museum’s piece. It has been there since 1632, when Alexander mysteriously vanished.
The diary is boring to read, until July 1st, when he regrets an adulterous act with one of his neighbors. To spare you a walk to the historical district and then the library, I will give you the copy that I translated from Old English into Modern English.
July 1, 1632
I regret laying down in the barn with Annabelle Sunmer. God will judge me and I must repent for my sin. I will tell Jessica, the only woman who I truly love, of my sin.
-A.J
July 2, 1632
She screamed and slapped me, then spent the rest of the day cursing Annabelle and I. She is hurt gravely, and I do not blame her. I still love her, oh, my sweet Jessica.
-A.J
July 3, 1632
Tragedy! Travesty! The light of my world is gone! And by my own hand! She slew herself, but it was my own fault. My poor sons, left motherless, and with a sinful father. How I weep for her.
-A.J
The next five months are full of his mourning and grieving , cursing himself. He did not tell his sons about his sin, but he did tell them that their mother’s death was because of a miscarriage she had a month before. It is around November 30th that his grieving is no longer recorded.
November 30, 1632
It has nearly been six months since the light has gone out from my world. Now some of it is starting to return.
This morning, as I was collecting some firewood, I saw a beautiful woman. Her beauty was so great that my heart was filled with warmth and I forgot my pain and smiled to her, bidding her good morning. She smiled and oh! How my heart throbbed! We talked and decided to meet here again on the morrow. I cannot wait, her name is Elenore.
-A.J
December 1, 1632
She brings hope to me again, hope that maybe I would have somebody who does not condemn me. I hope that she is a Godsend and my redeeming light.
-A.J
December 2, 1632
We met at the appointed and time and place. I enjoyed our time together and we have made plans to meet again tomorrow. I look forward with guarded anticipation.
-A.J
December 4, 1632
I missed the wood I was splitting and now I have a wound. I asked my oldest son to deliver a letter to her explaining that much to my regret, I could not make it to our meeting. He returned white in the face and did not say one word of the encounter, but he begged me not to see her again. When I pressed him for an answer, he said he did not like her, and had a bad feeling about her. I dismissed his complaints as those of a child still clinging to his mother, not willing to move on. He got angry with me and stormed out of the house. He still has not returned.
-A.J
December 5th, 1632
My eldest spent the night at Mr. Poe’s studio, whom he is friends with. Mr. Poe delivered the news to me at 10-o’-clock, stating that my son was rather upset at me. Poe suspected that ti was because my son felt that I was replacing his mother with Elenore. I still deeply love Jessica, but the boys need a mother, and I grow lonely in her absence. I gave Poe permission to watch the boy for the next week while he calmed down. Poe agreed and we went about our business and said nothing more about this.
About lunch time, Elenore arrived at my house to deliver me a soup and berate me for my clumsy ax work. She saw Jessica’s portrait and she lingered on it for a moment with a slight air of sadness about her. I almost did not notice it, but there was a small tear in her left eye as she asked me who the painting was. I told her it was that of my dead wife, and she nodded. She then excused herself and left for the day. It was only remarkable in that respect.
-A.J
December 6, 1632
I saw my eldest in town, we did not speak. My leg does not hurt.
-A.J
December 7, 1632
I thought I saw Elenore in the woods today. I attempted to follow her for her protection, however she eluded me. I saw her in town at noon, and asked her what she was doing in the woods. She denied being in the woods today, and insisted my eyes were playing tricks on me. I believed her.
-A.J
December 8, 1632
Elenore came to the morgue today, bringing more soup for my lunch. She did not seem bothered by my trade. Once more, my heart is filled with joy and warmth and hope upon seeing her. Has God sent her to show me He forgives me?
-A.J
December 9, 1632
As I slept last night, I swas awoken by a beautiful singing from the woods. I glanced out my window and beheld a beautiful glowing figure. I swear to my grave that figure was Jessica, but when the moon came out from behind the clouds, it was Elenore.
It doesn’t surprise me that in my sleepy state, I confused Elenore for Jessica because their hair color is similar and at a distance they could be confused for twins. I recall hurrying out to find her, but by the time I reached the door, she was gone. The rest of my day was unremarkable.
-A.J
His eldest son returned the eleventh, but still refused to talk to him until the twentieth. Jeknins mentions that occasionally, he would wake up to Elenore’s song but each time she would vanish by the time he got to the door. On the twenty-fourth, Jenkins invites Elenore to spend Christmas with him and his boys. She agrees. Jenkins tells what happens that day much better than I do.
December 25, 1632
Elenore arrived last night after the boys had gone to bed and spent the night helping me wrap the boys’ presents. We are not wed, so I slept in a cot within my room while she slept on my bed. I do not wish to ruin our good relationship by giving the devil a chance to tempt us. The boys loved their presents, but when they saw Elenore leave my room, they grew silent and excused themselves from the house to play with their presents. Elenore told me to have patience, as she was sure that the boys still loved their mother deeply and it would take them time to adjust o her.
We ate our Christmas dinner together in an awkward silence until Elenore left. The boys pleaded with me to leave her alone, until I silenced them, asking them why. They looked to each other and said they thought she was a witch and evil. I grew cross with them and sent them to their rooms to think on the seriousness of their accusation. They protested, but went to bed anyways. I can hear Elenore’s song again, I think I will attempt to find her again tonight.
-A.J
December 26, 1632
I did not find her last night, although I did hear her song for some time while I was outside. The boys apologized for their conduct, although they were still afraid of Elenore. I could see it in their eyes.
-A.J
December 27, 1632
Her song fills my head now, so much so that I can scarcely think. I botched a corpse today, and had to fix it up. I will not charge the family for it either.
-A.J
December 28, 1632
Elenore, oh Elenore. My heart cries out for her. Her song again filled my ears last night, and I could finally find her song it comes from the woods.
-A.J
December 30, 1632
Elenore, oh Elenore. Why do you tease me with your sweet angelic music?
-A.J
December 31, 1632
Elenore, oh Elenore, how I love thee.
Tonight, I go into the woods to find her.
That was the final entry. A few days later, Elenore herself disappeared, and Jenkins was found at the foot of the Shrine of Aezir. The two Jenkins boys claim that their father wandered the woods and called out Elenore's name. They never speak of Elenore or their mother and father again.
The story revolves around the diary of Alexander Jenkins, the town’s undertaker. The diary is in the historical district’s evidence box, though it is little more than a museum’s piece. It has been there since 1632, when Alexander mysteriously vanished.
The diary is boring to read, until July 1st, when he regrets an adulterous act with one of his neighbors. To spare you a walk to the historical district and then the library, I will give you the copy that I translated from Old English into Modern English.
July 1, 1632
I regret laying down in the barn with Annabelle Sunmer. God will judge me and I must repent for my sin. I will tell Jessica, the only woman who I truly love, of my sin.
-A.J
July 2, 1632
She screamed and slapped me, then spent the rest of the day cursing Annabelle and I. She is hurt gravely, and I do not blame her. I still love her, oh, my sweet Jessica.
-A.J
July 3, 1632
Tragedy! Travesty! The light of my world is gone! And by my own hand! She slew herself, but it was my own fault. My poor sons, left motherless, and with a sinful father. How I weep for her.
-A.J
The next five months are full of his mourning and grieving , cursing himself. He did not tell his sons about his sin, but he did tell them that their mother’s death was because of a miscarriage she had a month before. It is around November 30th that his grieving is no longer recorded.
November 30, 1632
It has nearly been six months since the light has gone out from my world. Now some of it is starting to return.
This morning, as I was collecting some firewood, I saw a beautiful woman. Her beauty was so great that my heart was filled with warmth and I forgot my pain and smiled to her, bidding her good morning. She smiled and oh! How my heart throbbed! We talked and decided to meet here again on the morrow. I cannot wait, her name is Elenore.
-A.J
December 1, 1632
She brings hope to me again, hope that maybe I would have somebody who does not condemn me. I hope that she is a Godsend and my redeeming light.
-A.J
December 2, 1632
We met at the appointed and time and place. I enjoyed our time together and we have made plans to meet again tomorrow. I look forward with guarded anticipation.
-A.J
December 4, 1632
I missed the wood I was splitting and now I have a wound. I asked my oldest son to deliver a letter to her explaining that much to my regret, I could not make it to our meeting. He returned white in the face and did not say one word of the encounter, but he begged me not to see her again. When I pressed him for an answer, he said he did not like her, and had a bad feeling about her. I dismissed his complaints as those of a child still clinging to his mother, not willing to move on. He got angry with me and stormed out of the house. He still has not returned.
-A.J
December 5th, 1632
My eldest spent the night at Mr. Poe’s studio, whom he is friends with. Mr. Poe delivered the news to me at 10-o’-clock, stating that my son was rather upset at me. Poe suspected that ti was because my son felt that I was replacing his mother with Elenore. I still deeply love Jessica, but the boys need a mother, and I grow lonely in her absence. I gave Poe permission to watch the boy for the next week while he calmed down. Poe agreed and we went about our business and said nothing more about this.
About lunch time, Elenore arrived at my house to deliver me a soup and berate me for my clumsy ax work. She saw Jessica’s portrait and she lingered on it for a moment with a slight air of sadness about her. I almost did not notice it, but there was a small tear in her left eye as she asked me who the painting was. I told her it was that of my dead wife, and she nodded. She then excused herself and left for the day. It was only remarkable in that respect.
-A.J
December 6, 1632
I saw my eldest in town, we did not speak. My leg does not hurt.
-A.J
December 7, 1632
I thought I saw Elenore in the woods today. I attempted to follow her for her protection, however she eluded me. I saw her in town at noon, and asked her what she was doing in the woods. She denied being in the woods today, and insisted my eyes were playing tricks on me. I believed her.
-A.J
December 8, 1632
Elenore came to the morgue today, bringing more soup for my lunch. She did not seem bothered by my trade. Once more, my heart is filled with joy and warmth and hope upon seeing her. Has God sent her to show me He forgives me?
-A.J
December 9, 1632
As I slept last night, I swas awoken by a beautiful singing from the woods. I glanced out my window and beheld a beautiful glowing figure. I swear to my grave that figure was Jessica, but when the moon came out from behind the clouds, it was Elenore.
It doesn’t surprise me that in my sleepy state, I confused Elenore for Jessica because their hair color is similar and at a distance they could be confused for twins. I recall hurrying out to find her, but by the time I reached the door, she was gone. The rest of my day was unremarkable.
-A.J
His eldest son returned the eleventh, but still refused to talk to him until the twentieth. Jeknins mentions that occasionally, he would wake up to Elenore’s song but each time she would vanish by the time he got to the door. On the twenty-fourth, Jenkins invites Elenore to spend Christmas with him and his boys. She agrees. Jenkins tells what happens that day much better than I do.
December 25, 1632
Elenore arrived last night after the boys had gone to bed and spent the night helping me wrap the boys’ presents. We are not wed, so I slept in a cot within my room while she slept on my bed. I do not wish to ruin our good relationship by giving the devil a chance to tempt us. The boys loved their presents, but when they saw Elenore leave my room, they grew silent and excused themselves from the house to play with their presents. Elenore told me to have patience, as she was sure that the boys still loved their mother deeply and it would take them time to adjust o her.
We ate our Christmas dinner together in an awkward silence until Elenore left. The boys pleaded with me to leave her alone, until I silenced them, asking them why. They looked to each other and said they thought she was a witch and evil. I grew cross with them and sent them to their rooms to think on the seriousness of their accusation. They protested, but went to bed anyways. I can hear Elenore’s song again, I think I will attempt to find her again tonight.
-A.J
December 26, 1632
I did not find her last night, although I did hear her song for some time while I was outside. The boys apologized for their conduct, although they were still afraid of Elenore. I could see it in their eyes.
-A.J
December 27, 1632
Her song fills my head now, so much so that I can scarcely think. I botched a corpse today, and had to fix it up. I will not charge the family for it either.
-A.J
December 28, 1632
Elenore, oh Elenore. My heart cries out for her. Her song again filled my ears last night, and I could finally find her song it comes from the woods.
-A.J
December 30, 1632
Elenore, oh Elenore. Why do you tease me with your sweet angelic music?
-A.J
December 31, 1632
Elenore, oh Elenore, how I love thee.
Tonight, I go into the woods to find her.
That was the final entry. A few days later, Elenore herself disappeared, and Jenkins was found at the foot of the Shrine of Aezir. The two Jenkins boys claim that their father wandered the woods and called out Elenore's name. They never speak of Elenore or their mother and father again.