Random stories

The diary

Entry one-

I can see them. They climb on the walls at night, creeping closer to my bed. They'll get to me at some point.

Entry two-

One of them is touching my blankets. I know I only have one more night before they get me. Its only a matter of time.

Entry three-

I'm scared. I don't want to die. Please don't kill me. I don't want to die like they did.

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I close the tattered diary, setting it among many. Each one marks one year of a girl's life, from what I've gathered.

There are only eight.

I sigh, looking around at the burnt room. This house used to be a mansion, passed down through many generations. The ones who used to own this place burned it down, scared for their lives.

The little girl was my great aunt.

Lucky me.

Yup, I'm part of the willow family. Feared by all who meet their eyes. Or at least that was how it used to be. Now I'm made fun of at school, shunned by all who meet my eyes.

Funny.

I sigh again, and stand up. I brush off my pants, and pick up my flashlight. I'm only able to come here at night, because I'm not allowed to. My parents don't get it. This is history. How can you pass up a history lesson?

Heh. I should get a shawl with brown on the edges. (If you get the reference, I love you)

Anyway, I try not to stay here for too long, I don't want to be here when it turns 3:00. Y'know, the whole devil's hour thing.

I look at my watch, and my heart sinks.

2:55

There is no way I can get out of the house before devil's hour hits.

What if I just . . . stayed? It would probably be an idiotic thing to do, but I'm curious what the the shadows look like. I also want to explore some more.

And after all, what could go wrong?

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I shouldn't have said that.

Only a few minutes have passed, and now I'm hiding in the closet.

I shouldn't have stayed. This was all a mistake.

I saw them. They were on the walls, slowly moving towards me. They're pitch black, red eyes looking out from where their faces should be. They look like they are pure shadow.

My hand brushes up against something cold, and I pick it up. Through the small crack in the closet, the light from the flashlight I dropped when I ran in here reflects off of a black, glossy stone. The chain is black, as black as the shadows outside of the closet.

What if I . . . put it on? It would hurt, right?

I think I remember a necklace like this mentioned in one of the diaries. It used to be the little girl's if I remember correctly.

I start to hear a slow scratching at the closet door, and I hold my breath. Maybe the necklace will fix this.

I put it on, and the scratching abruptly stops.

The heck?

I slowly open the closet door, cringing as the hinges creak from not being oiled in so long.

All of the shadow monsters are in the corner of the room, red eyes staring at me, waiting.

"W-what are you?" I ask, stuttering a little bit.

A small shadow breaks off of the larger one, taking the form of a human.

"My name is Kage, Kage Willow," the shadow says, catching me off guard. I look at the shadow, shock on my face. Willow? That means . . . nah, it can't be. I'm just dreaming. There is no way I'm meeting the Kage Willow. It's just- not possible.

"All of us here are part of the willow family, the shadow drawn to us. We all became a part of it. It's your turn. You need to continue it." I take a step back, my face draining of color. They are all dead. I don't want to die.

I bolt towards the door, but a wall of shadow blocks it. I stop quickly before I touch it, knowing that it would probably kill me.

"N-no! I can't die yet! I-I still h-have research to do! I n-need to finish t-the wheel of time! I-it's a g-good book series. I s-suggest you read it."

I start rambling, trying to distract them while I think of a way out of this situation.

The window.

Time to break my legs.

If I knew someone that doesn't intend to make friends this would be perfect.

I laugh under my breath and push down the want to fangirl at the refrence as I sprint toward the window, breaking the glass as I jump through it.

Ah. I forgot. I was on the 5th story.

Great.

I see shadows form beneath me, and my breath catches. I close my eyes, ready to die. But . . . nothing happens?

I open my eyes, and I see the shadows underneath me. They go away, going across the ground into natural shadows.

That was weird.

I look down at my necklace and see a glow around it fading. The heck? I stand up, brushing off my pants.

I regret not picking up the flash light on my way out, because now I'm in the middle of dark, haunted woods.

Great, just great.

I'm going to die here, aren't I? Just another body found in some random woods, just another statistic.

Shaking my head free of those thoughts, I start running, not wanting to waste time. I circle around the house to the front, able to barely see the wall. I stop when my shoes hit gravel. I'm at the front now, and I see darker shadows seeping from the windows and the front door.

I close my eyes and flinch, a sharp pain stabbing at them. Once the pain goes away, I open them.

Everything is outlined with an off-white, and the evil shadow seeping out of the house is a solid black. Everything else is a very dark grey.

I look down at the necklace, and it's pulsing a bright white. I look down at myself, and see a pulsing white outlining my figure.

A white word appears in the middle of my vision.

RUN

I turn away from the house and run down the gravel path, the sound of the gravel and my breaths ringing in my ears.

I see a lighter grey ahead, and white auras up ahead. Other people. Relief spreads through me, glad that I'm safe now.

My relief is cut short when I trip. I look behind me, panicking. I thought I had out run it.

I was very wrong.

A big black mass looms over me threateningly, sending fear through my entire body. My mind is screaming at me, telling me to run, telling me to move, to do anything. Thousands of white words cloud my vision, all of them telling me to run. Some of them in different languages. Some that are unknown to humans.

I hear distant shouts of my parents and relatives. They found out. They worried. The looked and found me. And now they'll see me die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I don't want to die. Please don't let me die. Please!

HELP ME

The black mass decend on me, and my world goes white.

Something tells me the shadow didn't expect me.

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I should probably change the name of this book from "Random stories" to "Stories of shadow", tbh. Comment if you want me to.

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