June 20th 1972

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June 20th, 1972

Dear diary,

I'm scared.

I wish I had someone to talk to, instead of this diary. I wish I wasn't in this nightmare. But I don't know what to do anymore. I'm all alone.

Mommy is always watching me, never disappearing this time. She is always nearby.

I somehow have a feeling. I feel like ....

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Narrator's POV (third-person) ●○●○

Ruby dropped her diary on the floor, her hands shaking. She turned around, spotting a dark shadow in the corner of the room.

Seconds later, she ran for the door. Fleeing the house, she was running barefoot down the road. She had been staying at a foster home near the city. She was running as fast as she could.

Once she reached the police station, the officer sitting looked alarmed. Ruby was crying, trying to explain what was going on.

"O-okay, I'll be right back, I have to get someone-" the officer got up and ran down the hall to a room.

Ruby was sitting there, trembling and sweating. She had a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Once the officer and two others got back, their jaws dropped to the floor at the sight.

Ruby was lying dead on the ground, blood trickling from her nostrils. The cops looked appalled, having no idea what to even think.

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