5-11-1999

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Dear Diary,

I wake up at 3 am hearing giggling at my door. No was there. I looked in the hallway, no was there. I went to take a look outside. A little girl in a white dress. Brown ragged hair. Also have white eyes. Blood from her head ooze down to her arms and hands. Even at her dress and legs. I dare not to scream. I went back to my room and locked it and didn't get sleep for the rest of the night.

Yours Truly, Jane Ashen

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