"Dear Journal,
I haven't written in one of these before.My name is Amanda Jones, I am eight you see and well I thought I might as well start since everyone else is doing it. I have started seeing things, but only outlines of things. They walk all around us and no one else seems to notice them. I ask the other kids but they only seem to make fun of me. I have never once thought about a world where monsters could live with us. Dad said that me seeing these things is normal, I am just at that age where I have imaginary friends. But Mom says it's because of my blood... I wonder what she meant by that. She said that she will tell me more when I am older. "
I put down my pen after I had written the first journal entry. I had felt so proud of myself after being able to write so much only being eight. The park I was sitting in was filled with beautiful flowers that I could not take my eyes off of. They were this bright red and it was almost as if they were glowing.
"Little girl." A voice called to me from inside that garden of red flowers.
"Where is that voice coming from?" There was no response to my questions so I hopped up from the bench and made my way home. Along the sidewalks walked so many different types of outlines and I wondered if I would ever see them all the way some day.
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Just a Peek
FantasyHave you ever wondered if there were things you couldn't see? Delve into the world of Amanda Jones , whose seen things that no mere mortal should have seen. Her journal contains her memories of events that have not been recorded in history, but she...
