Balete Drive Journal

As Pinky drove along Balete Drive, something caught her eye—a dusty, old journal lying in the corner. She looked around; the street was empty. The journal was dusty but intriguing, so she stopped to pick it up. The cover was thick with dust. Frowning, she flipped through each page, her intrigue growing. The pages inside were surprisingly intact—almost new.

BALETE DRIVE JOURNAL

Balete Drive: Friday, 13 September 2024

Some say Friday the 13th is unlucky, but for me, it's just the opposite-it's my lucky day. Do you know why? Because of the White Lady on Balete Drive. She's saved me from harm more than once. The dread, the whispers echoing in my mind, the shivers down my spine—it's all worth it. When I investigated the urban legend about the White Lady, I realized she wasn't a threat. She was only trying to warn me of the danger ahead.

💌 Pinky

As Pinky read, she noticed a coincidence that startled her-the author was the same with her name. She stroked the handwriting, recognizing it as similar to her ancestor's. The ink resembled something ancient, as if written with an old Dupont pen. As she scanned through the journal, it contained accounts of Balete Drive and its legend of the White Lady. Though it contained over a thousand pages, the journal was no thicker than an average book. Pinky couldn't quite determine what type of paper it used.

Since she was already working on a documentary about urban legends, she saw the journal as an invitation to investigate the truth behind the haunting. With classes over, she was eager to get home and read more.

When Pinky got home, she noted the time.

'Current time is Tuesday, 10 July 2030, at 10:52 PM PST.'

She sat on her bed, the soft glow of her lamp the only light in the room. A feeling crept over her, as if someone was watching. A shadow shifted behind the curtains, and the faint scent of old paper filled the air. She brushed it off, a shiver running through her as she began to read.

Balete Drive: Friday, 13 June 2025

The book is made from the holy Balete tree; that's why it doesn't appear thick, even with over a thousand pages.

Pinky’s breath hitched. Her fingers trembled as she held the journal, a chill running down her spine. How could this be possible? She wasn’t just reading someone else’s experience; it was as if the book knew her thoughts.

'I saw the White Lady. She's wearing a veil that only covers her eyes—floating upside down at the center of Balete Drive, with a creepy smile forming on her lips! The dread I feel is beyond words. There's an accident happening right now. I tried to stop them, but they wouldn't listen. I'm warning you: never stop on Balete Drive—'

💌 Lovely

Pinky's eyes squinted. Is it cut? She flipped each page and seemed to have a different owner, all dated on the same Friday the 13th each year. Goosebumps prickled her skin. She made the decision to stop reading and go to bed because it was giving her a headache. However, when Pinky woke up in the morning, she heard the news about last night's accident and remembered that the journal had mentioned it, along with a warning. Her heart throbbed.

She contemplated whether to continue her investigation, but her obsession took over; she was determined to uncover the story of the White Lady no matter what. Questions tumbled through her mind, and she needed answers. Perhaps the Balete Drive journal would hold the key.

Current time is Wednesday, 11 July 2030, at 11:59 PM PST.

Balete Drive: Friday, 13 November 2026