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My Entires

July 14, 2009

Dear Diary,

I know this is stupid.. UGH.. but whatever.. This is my first time using a diary, so I'll just be brief. I still can't believe I'm writing this..

July 15, 2009; 12:00 AM

Dear Diary,

Okay, okay! I know I said this stupid, but i can't deal with.. it.. I had this dream..
This is how it goes:

I left my body to talk to the other spirits/ghosts in the house who have died in mysterious ways. Now, I can leave and enter my body without any problems, but it would be different this time. I spent a couple hours talking to these ghosts. When all of a sudden, I heard screams. I rushed over to return to my body, but ..to my surprise.. my body had been decapitated. The blood spattered all over my legs, the wall. It was like the urban legend of the red room. I came to an immediate panic. My mother kept asking my motionless body "why?!" repeatedly. I rushed to all places to find my head.

There was nothing.. I kept finding decapitated heads that where turned into objects. One, in particular, was head made into a purse. The lips were open to inhumane position. It's eyes were wide open, like the person had died in surprise. I examined it for only seconds, but it felt like an hour. I turned around, but my head wasn't in the house. I felt a heavy presence, and it got closer.

It all ended when I woke up. I couldn't believe it! It's.. whatever.. I'm gonna get some sleep..

July 27, 2009; 2:00 AM

Dear Diary,

Today was strange.. I mean like.. I felt off.. my parents noticed something. I don't know.. it's whatever.. It won't matter. If i don't think about it.. it'll be fine. Bye.

4:30 AM

Dear diary,

I dreamt the same thing.. I left my body, and I would see other ghosts.. but they where calling out to me. Some of their voices were distorted, and others were eerie. It gave an echo almost. I kept moving along. I talked to the other ghosts who asked me about my life, but I gave them brief information. I heard my mother scream.

I stood up and ran down into the basement. My body was lifeless.. my arms were missing.. The blood overflew.. and there was mess everywhere. The blood spattered all over the walls, post, was her, dryer.. it was like someone was trying to show their creativity.

I ran upstairs, horrified. I looked for my arms.. and I found them. The nails were torn off, and the flesh was fresh.. Bones were sticking out, and some of the flesh was torn. The blood continued to drip. I sighed, but I wasn't scared.. it was strange.. I began to see everything together..

But it was there again..

Uh.. October 5, 2009; 6:37 AM

Dear Diary,

I know it's been a while.. but I haven't had anything else to say.. but now, i do. I can't believe it.. i just can't! FUCK. IT.. I HAVE TO GO.. I'LL HIDE YOU..

9:45 PM

omg.. I can't stay here anymore.. these dreams.. okay, okay..

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