Diary of a Madman

Entry 3

My teacher was not impressed, she saw what I wrote and, long story short, I got detention. it's 9:36 at the moment, the end of my second class.I hate to admit it, but I'm glad I got detention. I'm a bit hesitant to go home. Maybe I could ask one of my friends if I could hang out with them afterwards. Maybe sleep over? My teacher had told me it wasn't funny, That this is a serious project, not some Horror Story. I should have recorded last night, you know, to see if it was all in my head or not?

Ok, so my friend James is poking my head while I write this, calling me a workaholic. Oh, he says hi. Why, I don't know, not like anyone but my teacher is gonna read this right? My teacher really didn't like how 'I' finished off my second entry. 'Don't Go Out'? I think I would have remembered writing that. I mean, I can believe I wrote my name weird in a tired haze, but 'Don't Go Out'? Needless to say, my teacher gave me a death stare. As punishment, she showed the class what not to do using my assignment. I swear I went as red as her blouse. Everyone laughed of course, some said I could be a good Horror Story Writer. But i'm not here to be a Horror story author. I'm here to be a journalist. Nothing more, nothing less. I think my teacher was more mad of what I wrote then my doodle. In fact, I think she enjoyed the doodle, until she read the whole 'Blood thirsty Teachers' bit. Yah, that was not very bright of me, but what ever.

It's now 11:55, the end of my 4th class. I fell asleep in my last hour's class. I don't think the teacher noticed though, to busy watching the video. I'm so tired from the last night, and I felt a bit queasy when I woke up. That feeling has been going on and off all day. 

Amy wasn't at school today, or at least not yet. I texted her but she never replied. Oh wait, my phone just dinged! What the heck is this? I'm hesitant to write what it say's, afraid that my teacher will probably explode with rage, but that might be fun to see. The text is from an unknown cell. It says 'Listen Closely'. What is that supposed to mean? Ok, this is making my head hurt. I think I'm just gonna go and clear my head.

Entry end: 12:41, Tuesday

Word count: 428

D.O.N.T. L.I.S.T.E.N.

Entry 4:

Ok, whoever is doing this, stop it! It's not funny! Har har, you got me the first two times, good for you, but I'm done with this! I swear I did not write this! Why would I have even written 'Don't listen'? School's over, and also detention. All of my friends where busy so I went home to my attic room.I got something to drink and played Minecraft for a bit, chatted with a few of my friends through Skype, then decided to continue writing. And, of course, there is another entry that I never wrote! My moneys on you James! The weird thing is that it makes me think of that text I got earlier. 'Listen Closely'. Now it's 'Don't Listen'. I have never believed in the supernatural, and trust me, I still don't. But there is one more thing I forgot to mention, didn't find it important at that time, and I still don't. If this information has something to do with these mysterious writings, then that would mean that what I don't believe exists, which is dumb. You see, I Just moved into this apartment two days ago. It can't be haunted or any dumb thing like that, right? Ghost don't exist! Ghost don't play tricks on the living! It's... It's INSANE! I-I need some fresh air, I need to clear my head, you know, again. But I don't want to end this Entry. No not at all. It seems to happen when I end an entry. Instead i'm gonna take this Diary with me. Man, never thought I would ever say I have a Diary. Diary's are for girls, not guys. Oh well.

I am going crazy. There is no other word for it. Crazy. I hopped into my car and drove to the library. And what book do I grab? 'Secrets of the Supernatural'. I can here my classes voices ringing in my head as I write this. "Don't believe huh?" "You hypocrite." And so on and so forth. I don't know why I didn't put it back, and I don't know why my eyes keep shifting to the cover, or why my curiosity was almost drowning any other feelings I have right now. This isn't right! I'm putting it back, no matter what I feel, I won't give in! I don't believe!

W.H.Y. N.O.T.?

Damn it... DAMN IT! Who the HECK keeps writing in this when I leave! I'm calling James right now! I swear, if I hear that ring of yours I will KILL you! (To my teacher reading this I don't mean literally.)I'm gonna write what was exchanged.

The phone rang 3 times, but I didn't hear it around me.

"Hello? David?" James asked.

"Yeah, It's me. You got some sick sense of humor or something?" I had demanded, earning a moment of silence. I had thought he was taking a moment to hold back his laughter.

"What do you mean?" James broke the silence. I had expected his voice to have a humors edge to it, as it usually always did, but James sounded confused, and slightly mad.

"The writing In my assignment you jerk!" I held back on the name calling. I was so sure that it was James doing, but now I was not so sure.

"You mean that dumb Diary? That assignment?" James inquired, sounding even more confused then before.

"First you write my name all weird, then you write Don't Go Out,  then Don't Listen, and now Why not?" My voice speed up as I spoke. At this point, I was praying he was toying with me. people around me gave me weird looks and I decided to go into the bathroom and lock the door for maybe a little privacy.

"Whoa, dude calm down. I don't know what your talking about, but you're starting to freak me out." He must have heard something in my voice crack with fear.

"Please say it is you doing this. Please tell me you are the one who is writing on my paper when I leave. Please tell me you where the one scratching and banging on my door last night. Please tell me I'm not going insane!" I was begging at this point. If it wasn't him, I-I don't know what I would do.

"David, where are you?" The question took me by surprise. I don't know why it did, think of it now, it is a very reasonable response if you heard one of your friends breaking down over the phone.

"Why?" I could feel my paranoia growing.

"David, i'm not playing this game with you, you aren't one to be frightened this easily. So tell me, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" I could hear the worry in his voice and that's when it became as plain as day. He was not the one behind it.

"The Library." I uttered it in a hushed tone after a moments silence. I was, and still am, finding it hard to breath. 

"Stay there, I'm coming." He hung up, and I left the bathroom. I must have looked as pale as a ghost, because someone came up to me and asked if I was alright. I didn't answer, just walked past the bewildered female as if she wasn't even there. I went to the nearest table and sat down wordlessly, and started to write all this down. I think I'm gonna stop writing in this thing. For now at least. I might as well write the time, day, and word count while I'm at it. Be able to get the points right?

Time/Day: 7:25 P.M./Tuesday

Word count: 1354