5-15-1999

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Dear Diary,

Mother was getting drunk on the couch while my father was arguing with her. I didn't want to see it. I sneaked out with Luke walked with me to the woods a couple meters away from the house. He then disappeared. I walked around and got lost. Then I felt like I was being followed. I turned around and that bloody girl was carrying a knife. I screamed and ran away. She was chasing after me. I tripped, she became too close before fading. I was panting. It's getting dark out in the woods. I hate being in the woods alone especially in the dark. I want to go home.

Yours Truly, Jane Ashen

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