It's Just a Diary, Right?

Chapter Two: The Move

So back before my 10th birthday, we moved to a new small town in Missouri. Not much was to be seen and it was the beginning of summer. So not really much to do either. Take in mind we lived down an old back road in the middle of nowhere. We were surrounded by woods with only one neighbor and that was our landlord. He was a nice old man with his wife but I just couldn't help to feel lonely. Maybe it was because I just had to leave all my people friends behind or maybe it was because I couldn't find any of my spiritual friends around me. Either way, I was alone and sad.

One day I was home alone and the neighbor wasn't home either so I decided to go explore a little. I grabbed my yarn and headed off. I made sure to tie the end of it to the barbwire fence so I could find my way home. Luckily for me, this wasn't my first time going out exploring so my yarn was quite long. I made my way through the forest, amazed by all things around. Weirdly I felt a presence and it felt as though it was watching me. I shuddered a little and continued on my way until I was met with the end of the yarn and a little house right in front of me. I smiled to myself.

"Finally! Something interesting," I said out loud.

It creeped me out a little and as I walked closer to the house I shook in the smallest amount of fear that I had. I had a bad feeling... A very bad feeling. I decided not to go inside but instead to look around. I headed towards the front of the house and to the right sat a cute little flower garden. I walked over towards it and I saw a chair. It looked to be a chair that you see in a horror movie that electrocutes people. Yeah, that's what it looked like so I just backed away and headed to the left side of the house. There was a little cellar in front of the barn with a little window peeking through the back. I decided not to look in it and headed to the barn. It was old and very rustic but was that classic red color. The door was open so I peeked in and there wasn't much to see. A few bales of hay and some gardening tools.

I walked out of the barn and walked around it, looking for anything special. To my surprise, I found a door that was locked and right next to it a window with a white door blocking the view of everything. I scanned the door at the top was a pentagram in a circle and a number below. It read 1,227. No subdivision has that high of numbers, especially since we were in the middle of nowhere. I reached up for the window and was quickly drawn to reality with the sound of metal clashing against a wall. I jumped in fear and heard a voice call out.

"Ready or not here I come! I'm going to find youuuuuuu... "

I covered my mouth in fear and quickly found my yarn. I took off running through the woods, the yarn closely dragging the ground behind me. I didn't know who or what said that but it scared me half to death.

After that I was scared to sleep, I had never experienced something like that and to tell you the truth I never wanted to. For the rest of the summer, I just stayed inside, looking at the woods every now and then to make sure that whatever was there wasn't coming towards my house. Soon school started up, my first day of fourth grade came all too quickly. I was the new kid in a new school with no friends. It was terrifying. At first, I didn't get along with anybody, well nobody would talk to me. I would always hear through people talking about me behind my back. They would comment on how fat I was and how scary I seemed. They never liked my eyes or my style. One day though I was out on the playground when a group of kids came walking up and threw rocks at me. I ran and went to go cry but quickly noticed a presence. I curled up in a ball and shouted.

"Please! Please no more! I-I'm sorry!"

I was shaking in fear and there was silence. I slowly opened my eyes and saw three people. They told me it was going to be okay and from that day forward they became my friends... My only friends. It was clear though that they were scared of me and I can understand why. I was different, I was scared. It doesn't help that the next day the main person who threw rocks at me came to school shaking and scratched up, they were the one that never messed with me again and honestly I have no clue why. I didn't tell anyone what she did and I would never dare hurt another person.

It's funny though because after all that had happened I was still curious about the day in the woods. My curiosity only grew stronger each day and each day I would convince myself to go a little closer the abandoned house so about a half year late, the end of fourth grade, I brought myself to do it.

It was a chilly simi-summer night, everyone was in bed and I was the last one left awake. I grabbed my flashlight and a small kitchen knife as I headed out the backdoor. I quickly grabbed my yarn from my toy box and made my way towards the woods. It was so silent that all you could hear was the rustle of the trees from the wind. I tied my yarn to the fence like before and headed towards the house. It surprised me, not a single animal was out. Soon though, to my dismay, the house came into view. The front door was blowing in the wind as if someone left it open. I silently walked towards the house and touched the door.

"Squeakkkkkkkkkk..." Went the door

I was terrified, once the door fully opened my flashlight started to flicker. I heard a voice in the back of my head telling me to leave, that I wasn't supposed to be there. However, I didn't listen, I carefully stepped inside and looked around. I was instantly met will an open room and a staircase in the front right across from me. It was a LOT bigger on the inside than on the out. I looked to my left and there was a pile of trash bags on the caved in the floor. I moved towards the right and made myself as light as possible so I also wouldn't fall in. I made my way towards the stairs but next to the stairs was a hallway. Deciding not to go up the stairs I made my way down the hallway and was lead to a kitchen. It was like any ordinary old fashioned kitchen that had been worn down. Other than the fact that there was a lot of medication laying around. There was a window to my left, right next to the sink and there was no glass. I looked outside of it and thought I saw someone standing there, quickly I blinked and the figure was gone. Suddenly a headache overcame my body and I held onto my head. It felt like I was going to pass out so I moved into the living room, there was a bookshelf right next to the doorway with two large knives that had what looked like blood on them. Not a moment later I heard a crash and I ran out the back door. I was met with the flower garden so I knew exactly where my yarn was. As I was running to my yarn a figure teleported in front of me and just smiled. I screamed and ran around it, trying to get my yarn. Once I was able to grab it I wrapped it up as I ran back home. I didn't go back in for a good two years... According to my parents and my neighbor they never even heard me scream... The next time I ran into a spiritual being was when I turned thirteen... That's when things got messed up.