The forbidden diary

The forbidden diary- Part 3

Chapter 3

When fear knocked on the door

The sun shone its crimson red light into Gloomy's chamber, where she was still laying on the bed, gripping her pillow for dear life, terrified that the thing she saw last night was still inside her home. Moments passed, and the room was creepily quiet when the wind's melody should've filled the room with its thudding, but there were only a few light wisps of wind, and she felt a small amount of comfort to shift her eyes about the room. She peeked beneath her bed like a child who had just had a dream about the boogieman gently trying not to make noise, but there was no one there to terrify her. She sprang out of bed and ran hysterically to the house's doors to lock them. She ran outside her house, tentatively glancing at the expanse of grass, violently scared of whatever had invaded her house. The floor is littered with muddy imprints of Gloomy's boots, as she hastily raced to lock doors and windows, fearful that the shadowy figure was still lurking around the home. eventually, she returned inside before she made sure to close the door behind her, she went to the living room to set next to her fireplace to warm her from cold stress. Gloomy sat down on her chair next to the little fireplace that brightened the room, showing the antiques she unearthed from ruins over the years, while the field of long grass danced with the rhythmic breeze and the sun sank again after its light shining its last glimpses. As the night became darker, the breeze halted whispering and the green field fell asleep. A sleepless Gloomy lied on her warm comfortable bed, eagerly waiting for the dark person to rotate her doorknob, but as time passed, Gloomy began to feel fatigued, so she discreetly tiptoed towards her bookshelf to retrieve the journal she had discovered and read it. Not long after, as the sky dribbled faint droplets of water, the clouds began to combine, becoming a vast rug that covered the moon from every corner, until the land was bathed in darkness. Fortunately, the fireplace continued the burn allowing gloomy to locate another source of light. As she walked around the room, she saw a candle put on top of her dressing table. A shattered mirror showed her whole chamber, with something dark standing in the right corner of the room, she looked behind her to discover nothing but frightening silence. The room became colder and quieter than usual, making gloomy unnervingly terrified. The dark and deafening thunder, along with blinding lightning, played with her mind, causing her to hallucinate entities roaming around the room, eyes seeing through walls, and a window's light to cast the shadowy figure. Gloomy tore her way to her bed, slipped under her cover like a kid who had a nightmare, and decided to sleep with her parents. She wept deeply, thinking about how isolated her life had become, and how all she desired was to seek her true self through the things she lusted for the most, but the route she followed was filled with loneliness and lunacy that it made her live the life of a sad hermit and the book she discovered was the straw that broke her life apart. Gloomy gradually fill to sleep as the lightning illuminated the room and the thunder roared louder, ultimately illuminating the cold room as the figure stood and the furthest right of the room observed her from afar. The snow began to fall, and the wind softened, and gloomy awakened from the chilly wind breezed her window and roused her from her restless sleep after she had self-cried herself to sleep, causing a little headache for a minute after she awoke. She left her bed and walked towards the little kitchen, which consisted of a stoned old stove and a small wooden box fashioned into a table. She made herself worm milk and began to look out the door's window at how the snow-covered its white sand, filling a blank page for anybody who want to create a narrative on it. when she sipped her milk from her worm glass. She went Read the owner's diary she had found a few days ago to comprehend its owner's message that it exhibited in the early pages of the diary, but she was unable to interpret its main point. She returned to her room and sat at her favorite workstation, which housed all of the tools and equipment for uncovering the relics from the past. She sat at her desk, turned on her lamp, and put on her reading glasses to be able to distinguish the text. As she opened the book, the world continued to snow, covering the entire field, and making it look like an empty sheet of paper waiting to be scribbled on, but the trees sank into deep deathly slumber, and the ravens stopped crawling and went to sleep. After a complicated and time-consuming process of deciphering the diary, she had discovered deep within the woods, she felt that a short stroll would freshen her thoughts and help her cleanse her mind of worry. The weather was quiet, and there was complete calm in the land she was in, the animals who lived with her went quiet, and the trees ceased fluttering in the breeze. She took her old coat, which she had discovered when she first arrived at the home before all of the craziness had descended on her. She stepped out of the home with a long and loud groan of exhaustion as she stepped on the pearly white snow that reached the length of her legs and gripped her firmly to the ground as she tried to walk. As she proceeded towards the only spot she knew, she entered the ruins she had previously seen. Gloomy was more worried and cautious of her steps than usual because of the ominous silence of nature, and that feeling never left her as she returned to the ruins she had excavated before, but with the shadowy figure on the hunt for her, it became less and less of a safe space for her to be relaxed. She located the location where she once saw a bright light coming out of it, but it was obscured by broken forests, making it practically hard to see what lays beyond as she gazed around the ancient ruins of the past that were coated in snow and mildew. Because the forests were surrounded by mountains, they were the only site with a source of an escape leading to the outer world. The woods looked dark brownish ash as the snow practically covered its dead barks, but as she spaced out with her thoughts about the outside world, a startling noise came from meters away from dismal that made her glance behind her with wide eyes and a startled scream. The trees immediately flattened owing to the movement of something or someone stalking gloomy, and the wind gradually blew, carrying glittering snow particles. She stood there, thinking about what to do while keeping her eyes on every aspect conceivable. When she turned her head for the last time, she noticed the dark figure staring at her from behind the towering trees, and it sent an uncomfortable and unsettling terror through her heart, which hammered violently. She sprinted as fast as she could towards her house, the only location that could be termed a secure haven, without any reluctance or doubt. as she raced for her life as the sounds of footsteps became closer and closer, the wind howled louder and louder, and the sky began to pour its lights on the earth She yelled for aid and begged anybody in the woods to help her, but her scream echoed through the trees. As she approached the mushroom house, which stands out from the snowy field due to its greenish yellow-ashed color and obvious rough texture, the figure stood still in the midst of the field of snowy pearls and kept its eyes glued to Gloomy and her house, and then vanished in front of Gloomy's eyes as she turned her head after she had reached her house's door. She wiped away a tear as she realized the nightmare she had experienced for a long time, the nightless nightmares she had to awaken from with perspiration dripping from her forehead, and the torment she had to feel every time the sun rose. gloomy slammed the door open and shut as soon as her entire body was inside the house, and not long after that she had thrashed her entire house, breaking the chair from the sheer rage she had held for a long time, breaking the stove with blank wood, and causing it to collapse, and kicking her bookshelves to the ground from the regretful feeling that she had wasted her life alone within the rotten house. She yelled and wept till her vocal voice faded from the unreasonable sacrifice she had to make in order to achieve success, as well as the loneliness she had to endure behind the mushroom house's walls. After a while, Gloomy had to repair what she had shattered with her own hands and decided to leave a letter for whoever finds the decaying mushroom house and decides to make it their excavation area for artifacts. "The nights became dreams, and the days became horrors; I no longer felt at peace within my spirit, and the sacrifice I had made to attain such wisdom, such a gift that no human could obtain, began to wither away from my grasp. I came to understand that the place I had called home was showing its fangs and allowing me to see my life through the eyes of the shadowy figure who had tormented me for days. I no longer want the knowledge I chose if it means dying alone with my own lunacy and being consumed by the monster, I made that was once a buddy of mine to call a family... I... don't know whether the future holds a bright sun to shine on my life or a doomed and gloomed nightmarish monster to devour my shattered soul, but what I do know is that my life began to fade away as the house more rotten from the inside but appearing aesthetically beautiful from the outside... I may not live to see what happens to my home or what happens to my future, but what I do know is that life means nothingness and chaos for me and my dream. " She went to the Livingroom and lay on her chair next to the fireplace, she began to cry from all the madness that had embedded onto her in the past few days and the stress she had to endure until now, but the lighting that shattered the tree was even in the peaceful most safe places she barely possessed, has become the place where the nightmare began. There was nothing left to make her happy or safe. She thought about how she could end everything about the home and herself, how she could terminate the existence she had to live, how she could break the cycle of hallucinations that the house caused, and how she could let the cold and cruel past go. She realized that burning down the house could be a simple way to finally find peace. The winter became rougher and colder as the wind became stronger and more ear-deafening as a result the sky had released its uncontrollable anger on the land and screamed as loud as the ear could hear from miles away. Gloomy felt dead and lifeless as she couldn't sleep as she sat all night next to the fireplace, and deep in her thoughts she daydreamed of rescue from the nightmare she had endured praying to any deity that existed to help her, but sadly no response or sign she had got. As She slept with dried tears on her cheeks, clutching her legs firmly to keep the cold at bay, The shadowy figure entered the home uninvited and kept its eyes fastened on gloomy's dead body faded to slumber with tears traces on her cheeks, but the shadowy figure only stood there and observed her. The beast did nothing to the drowsy gloomy as it became aware of how dead she appeared and how warm she was maintained by the fireplace. As the sky darkened, Gloomy awoke slowly from her chair without saying anything, and the house turned black as the fireplace dimmed the instant she awoke from her nap. She investigated the walls to see if they might take her to her chamber so she could continue her journey, but she wasn't the only one who wanted to go to her chamber. The dark figure was uncomfortably close to gloomy, and with each step, she took, its head moved an inch closer to her face, but gloomy had lost all her senses and had become a shell of her old self, and there was nothing enough that could scare her anymore and not even the figure itself. She twisted the doorknob restlessly as the shadowy figure eagerly entered the room and went about it while it waited for her to scream loudly and run for her life. the figure thrashed the place as it pushed the broken mirror to the ground and the bookshelf because the figure pushed it while jumping onto another. gloomy entered her room silently and jumped onto her bed to sleep. The shadowy figure remained motionless, unable to comprehend the shift in the game; she was supposed to scream and flee, and she was supposed to be terrified and attempt to save her life as she had done in the

past, but instead, she went to deep sleep within inside the land of dreams. Gloomy stood in front of the crimson sun, almost blindingly bright light, and examined it as the shadowy figure stood next to her bedside. In the dream gloomy had fallen, the field of wheat became colorless as the sky's cloud departed from the land, and the only thing left of beauty was the sun itself as it stayed glowing and burning bright as it cast their shadows that reached as far as covering the entire land, but as all of this had happened gloomy torn blood as she could not bear the madness her life had become, and the only thing that was different was the crimson red sun that could've burned her if it was real. She wished the dream hadn't ever ended and that the sun had consumed her whole, so she could finally rest, but such things hardly happen in dreams unless it was a curse. As the gloomy and shadowy figure stood tall in the brilliant sun, she asked the figure "whom have created it to haunt her life?", and as it twisted its neck head slowly towards his left shoulder to down and eyes filled with bright red light, "to whom it called for "as it ushered those words into her ears and made her eyes wide open and legs shake with dread. The figure placed his crooked hands with sword-like claws on her weak shoulder as a comforting gesture to ease her worry, as she had lived a hellish existence. The sun slowly faded, and the dream faded with it, but just before it was all gone "It would be a delightful thing again Ms. Gloomy," the figure turned its head with a grinning smile across its face as its teeth revealed to shape and crooked "It would be a delightful thing again Ms. Gloomy," the deepest voice ever came out of a creature softly whispered to her ears while it tried to contain its laughter. As those whispers entered her mind once more, she couldn't hold herself up as she fell to the ground with a river of tears pouring down her cheeks, and at that moment she had lost every fiber sense of consciousness as she wailed as loud as the ear could hear from beyond the land and unable to hold her bottle of emotions and poured everything in her heart. As she knew he was truthful with its words but couldn't bring herself to admit it, as she was in despair, unable to bear the thought of living the same nightmare forever. As she awakened, she crawled onto her bed and sobbed from the agony she had endured so far and knew she had lost all hope of ever living again. She got out of bed, and dry tears lingered in her cheeks, to gaze out the window at the snowstorm as it blazed the land, but the shadowy figure yet again observed her from below as it got closer to the doorknob than before. Her tears had evaporated from her cheeks, and her skin had turned red, boiling her blood with rage at the sacrifices she had made, the lack of comfort had to cope with, and the fact that all of this was the cost of her being nosy towards a diary. As she walked down the stairs to leave the home, she discovered the note she had previously written in case she wanted to end her own life and die peacefully and shredded it into pieces now that She have had enough of the life she acquired by sacrificing her loved ones, had enough of the solitude she had to live, and she was no longer able to hold back her anger towards the things that had been happening to her since she moved into the mushroom house.