"Like who, Destiny?" I asked anxiously.
"Like you." she replied cautiously, waiting for my reaction.
"No... no this can't be. I'm not dead. I'm not." I was scared now. Really scared.
Suddenly, Destiny gave a low shriek from beside me. Even Hoover growled. A misty cloud formed over the TV. Read my diary. Quickly. Before his spirit wakes. Read it before 12 o' clock. You need to guard my things very carefully. Don't let him find any of this, it said.
"What diary?" Destiny asked.
"This one," I said, fingering the book I had left beside the loose floorboard
"Read aloud. I don't feel like reading anything right now." Destiny yawned yet again.
"No", I hissed," didn't you see the message? She told us to guard her stuff. According to my parents' books, I believe spirits can talk, see, hear, and send elemental messages, which are messages in fire, water, air, or earth, but they can't read. If we read this silently he, whoever he is, won't be able to see what is in that book. So we must read to ourselves." I explained.
Without saying anything else, we began to read.
To be continued...
Sorry this was so short. I'm trying to get to the climax.
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The Haunted House
HorrorPlease read. My friend read this story on my website and told me it was really good and to keep writing, but your opinion matters too. This is the story about a girl named Courtney who stuggles to find out more about her past... and future after bei...
