I: Dark Figure

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Dear Barry,

I decided to use my notebook my grandmother gave to me on my fourteenth birthday. now that I'm using it, I really have something worth to write in it. I moved away from my grandmother to spend time with my mom and dad before they leave on a trip to the mountains. My mom and dad rented this really old farmhouse that doesn't even look like one. The wooden floors a creeky when you walk on the them and the paint on the walls are starting to chip off. When we first got into the house everything was so dark and smokey that we had to put lamps mostly on every corner of the house.

The farmhouse was big. It was big because of the old house that lived behind the house we are staying in. When you look at the window from the back, you could see a foggy swamp with trees all over. This is where things start to happen. I was looking back at the swamp from the window to see a dark shadow figure that was two times taller than me. I couldn't see who it was because of the fog that was around. The dark figure stood behind a tree with only half of his body is to see shown.

I stare at the dark figure with wide eyes, wondering who it is had me curious. I remember the last owner said to us that he saw somebody too several times. One time the man said he saw it looking at him from the front of the house but his face wasn't able to be seen. The only thing he saw was red on the dark figure's lips.

In the same position the figure is now. the man said he stood behind a tree with only half of his body to be shown. Could that be the same figure I had sawn when looking out at the window looking up at me that night? It couldn't be, the figure didn't even have red on it's lips. Doesn't that mean that there could be more looking at me from the swamp?

I stop writing in my notebook to feel that someone or something was watching me. I could actually feel the hairs on my neck stand up and shivers going up and down my body. I put my notebook down on my bed and stood up on my feet. I went to the window and looked outside to see the same dark figure looking at me from the front of the house. And this time, it did had red on it's lips.

This time I could see it's face. The figure had a mask on. What was it wearing a mask for? Is that someone trying to scare me? I asked myself. Who is it or what is it.

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