Last night I found this journal. I don't know exactly who it belongs to, or how it ended up on my grandfathers tombstone, but I do know there's something...off, about it.
Since I found it, strange things have been happening. I don't know why, it must have something to do with the magical aura I feel whenever I'm around it.
I'm desperate to know why my parents won't answer my questions about it. I'm desperate to know who it belongs to.
And I'm going to find out, no matter what it takes.
