Anonymousnarrator Stories

I don't remember writing any of this. Every morning, there's a new page in the journal I swore I burned. Sometimes it's blank. Sometimes it's in someone else's handwriting. Sometimes... it's dated tomorrow. I started keeping track of the entries - just in case I'm not the one reading them. This is my only record. Unless you've been seeing the same pages too. Read the journal. Before it erases you next.