My friend Wendy really needed a new diary. So i bought here a really cute pink leather one. I got it cheap at an antique store. She was so happy. It has a closing strap. Even came with a gold black ink pen. She was so excited she decided to write a story about me. She writes spooky stories. Really gruesome terrifying stories. About ghosts, vampires, werewolves, gobblins and so on. I'm being put into a vampire story she told me. My name is Leslie. Slender with long blonde hair. And scared by everything. Bugs, cats, heights, monsters and homework. I'd never thought I'd actually be surrounded by monsters though. Until tonight. It was late at night my friend Wendy was sleeping over. She started writing her story. I was watching tv laying in bed. I was drained. I appeared in a dark cave. Thunder rumbled my body. I had a flashlight and a backpack. "Where am i? What's going on?" I mumbled confused. "I was just in my bed and now I'm in a cave! I must be dreaming." I whispered. I began walking towards the darkness. Deeper into the cave. I heard a noise. Coming towards me. Swooshing sounds. "BATS!" I yelled diving to the floor. Bats swooped and dove for me. Grazing my head. I stood up brushed my dirt soaked clothes off and continued on. I came to a room filled with candles lining the walls. Coffins! Littering the room. Black coffins. I heard a groaning noise. "This is so weird, I'm dreaming of vampires? Like Wendys story she said she was going to write me in." I told myself shivering. "I'm in her story! This is really happening" i suddenly felt I'll. The smell of decaying corpses filled the room. I silently tip toed through the coffins. A vampire rose up from the coffin! "I smell fresh blood" he moaned. "Get me out of here Wendy!" I shouted. The vampire floated towards me. I had to run. I took off so fast i tripped. I got back up and ran. It was dark. The only light was my small flashlight. The vampire was gaining on me. "Come back i need to feast!" He demanded. I came to another room. It was like a dungeon. Torture chairs and spiked walls. "Right on time young lady! Get over here!" A huge muscle of a man yelled holding a whip. "What? You're another story? I'm now in a dungeon in like the sixteenth century or something" i whispered. I was being tied down to a chair. The muscle man pulled out a blade of some kind. "Time for your punishment" he ordered. He came towards me ready to cut me into pieces! "Wendy get me out of here" i yelled. "Stop writing your story!" I begged. A man bolted in. Wearing a cape and green tights. Robin Hood? "Okay this story is absurd" i mumbled. Robin Hood kicked the dude in the chest. I untied myself and escaped. Into another room! "No! Now what?" I was scared. Not a room a forest! Trees and logs all around me. I heard chattering. Small chattering. Goblins! Lots of small goblins. I walked through the forest slowly. Small huts lined the path. A well in the distance. And a fire burning. A rotisserie! For cooking humans! "No!" I shouted. The goblins grabbed me. Hoisting me above their head saying "COOK THE TRESPASSER!" "Wendy stop writing your story! Please" i yelled. They tied me to a spinning cooking thing. Gathering around they chanted. Clapping and happy to eat the innocent little girl. They lit the fire pit. It slowly got hot. I was being cooked. My arm burnt. Then my body felt like i was being melted into a human soup. "No! Stop!" I yelled. I was kicking and screaming in my bed. I sat up screaming. "Leslie what's wrong?" Wendy asked holding my hand. "Oh i guess i had a nightmare Wendy i thought i was trapped in your story! Oh it was so scary!" I replied sitting up in my bed. "Weird, anyways I'm done with my story now take a look." Wendy said. I read the story and my jaw dropped. Everything i dreamed she wrote! The diary made everything come true! I rubbed my arm. A burn mark. I stared at Wendy. Then we stared at the diary. "Was it just a dream or was it really this Wicked Diary?"
