September 12th, 2008. 12.48PM.
A man came to my house. He seemed to be a similar age to me. He came to the door saying his car broke down and asked to use my phone. I allowed it. His voice sounded scratchy and hoarse, I offered him some lemonade. He said yes and i went to make it. I was only gone for five miniutes but when i came back something seemed different, I couldn't tell what it was. I think he went into my room. I could smell paint, which was strange. I brought in the lemonade and we sat down. I asked his name. He said it was Roy Tagliaferro. I put on my raidio because it seemed to quitet. It was playing some of my faviorite classical music. He told me that it was his favourite song and we got talking. He seemed nice. He said he had to go, but promised to come back soon. I believe him.
RH
September 12th, 2008. 7.15PM.
I got ready to go to bed. My bed smelled like paint. I could feel paint on my bed. I think he did something but maybe im being paranoid. Why would he paint on my bed?
RH.

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Roy Tagliaferro - The mentalist
FanfictionA story written in the perspective of Rosalind Harker during her time with Red John, written in the form of diary entries.