Dear diary, the same thing happened again. He stayed until 12:06, and then left. But this time, when he was crawling back out of my window, lightning and thunder lit up the sky. And it allowed me to see just a quick flash of his hand. It was pale, and it had long fingers. His fingers were a lot longer than mine. I found it interesting. Only if I could have seen his hand the first time he ever came, to see if they were the same one or not.
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My Diary
Mystery / ThrillerThis is full of fake diary entry's written by a completely fictional character that I made up. The genre of this is creepy btw
