I've been hearing my door creak for the past two nights and I'm getting spooked. Whenever I hear it I bolt up to check who was bothering me, but the door just slams shut.
I have a bad feeling about this.
The family treats me like a doll, giving me everything a child would ever want, but their perfect smiles give me the shivers. Their eyes bore into me when I make eye contact with them. It's like I'm a lab project and they're observing me..
At least, that's how I feel.
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So, it's nighttime. I'm going to record whatever happens tonight so I can confirm that I'm not hallucinating or going crazy.
10:30pm. Nothing.
11:00pm. I hear footsteps outside my door, but it's probably Toby going to his room which is beside mine.
11:30pm. The door is creaking open extremely slowly. I won't move this time, just so I can continue to record.
11:35pm. The door has stopped creaking. I hear breathing. Toby? No, the breathing is a low grumble. Marco.
I feel his presence behind me, but I won't move or else my cover will be blown.
~ outsider POV~
????: I hear you scribbling, honey.
Emily: .....
????: Staying up past bedtime won't be tolerated in this house, sweety. You need to be punished.
Emily: Please, Marco. Just leave me alone. I really want this to work.
Marco: Don't you know it's impolite to call your father by his name?
Emily felt a hand cover her mouth, and saw Toby's baseball bat swing directly towards her head. Then, she blacked out.
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Diary Of The Abandoned (Sequel)
General FictionEmilia/Emily Hopkins lived in an orphanage. She's a nice child with manners, but there's one thing that ruins her image. Her constant random outbursts. She is said to have uncontrollable anger issues. Her sister is an infamous serial killer that com...
