Dear Diane

May 20th, 2024, 3:30PM

Dear Diane,

You are absolutely crazy. I am so angry at you right now for doing this to yourself. It's like, if you had just waited a day, I could have helped you take down that damn wall. I could've held the flashlight for you while you went down those damn stairs. I could've helped you if you had fallen while I was there. I can not explain how much I wish you would have waited for me.

The only reason I was able to find you was thanks to your creepy ghost-friend Charles. The freaking EMTs had to strap your ass to a stretcher and pull you up by a rope to get you into an ambulance.

By your freaking entry, you were only down there for a few hours. Charles scared the absolute CRAP out of me when he showed up at MY house. Damn ghost boy didn't say a thing, but kept throwing my phone at me. I mean, why does a ghost have to be the one to save YOUR life?

God. When you wake up I hope you read this and thank Charles for saving your sorry ass.

Of course, I'll be here to slap you myself when you wake up. If for some reason I'm not, I'll just leave this journal open so you can read about how MAD I am about you doing this.

You're so stupid, but I care about you Diane. I really do. So I'll wait here while you rest and get better.

I mean, the doctors don't even know why you're still asleep. They know you hit your head on something on the way down, but you should've been up by now.

Oh, and Charles has followed you all the way to this hospital. I don't know if the doctors and nurses can actually see him. Maybe he just shows himself to whoever he wants.

I'll kick your ass when you're awake. And probably kiss you because you're okay. But also kick your ass because you worried me so much.

Yours,

Steph.