In the Valley of the Sun

Lilith Parker is working at the local paper, announcing births and birthdays and deaths. One morning her boss Shannon gives her a more exciting assignment – research the local haunted house and write an article on its history. Nice flavor for Halloween, right?

But then Shannon turns up dead the next day, the local townspeople seem intent on keeping the story of the haunted house a secret, and Lilith is being haunted herself. Will she survive?

If you’re a new reader, go to the beginning and you can click all the way through the story from there. And you really should start at the beginning – it’s a very linear story and you won’t get the most recent update at all if you haven’t read what came before.

I also added a story index page.

Don’t be too intimidated by it – I have a very high pic to text ratio and the updates tend to average 15-25 pics. So it’s not that heavy a read really. Also, the picture quality gets better as you go on. I’ve learned a lot since June.

Oh, and I really really appreciate the comments on here. I love you guys so much and you’re such an inspiration to me to keep going.

Interlude

Official Valley will resume next week. I needed a break, and I also needed an entry for a writing contest on Boolprop. So here you go, a little Seth interlude featuring World Adventures to enjoy.

It’s set between Sarah’s death and his return to Sunset Valley. I like to think it’s an anniversary of Sarah’s death – thus the drunkenness. He’s in Egypt researching ambrosia and he’s fairly close to figuring it out. The contest involves your sim telling another sim about something in their past. Only 5-7 pictures allowed. It was fun writing straight text.

Interlude

The tide of tourists had ebbed, leaving exhaustion in its wake.

Angel

Fire brought you here.

Watcher

“Mr. Sekemoto, so scared to talk to you. To tell you about me.”

Seeds

Jason’s voice would not be waking her from this nightmare.

She thought she should feel something about that. But Jason seemed very far away. Everything seemed far away.

Dark

She follows me.

Strings

Fire.

Alive

Waffles

He can’t find out!

Diary

The house was as silent and cold as loneliness, but it wasn’t empty.

Water

Water.

It had provided the soundtrack for her nightmares. It had violently shattered the moonlight against the rocks in a jealous rage and then it had gently whispered to her, a whisper beyond hearing, in the hot and bright silence.

Now it quenched the flames and chased away the shadows in her mind, and the whisper became a roar.