"Dear diary," I wrote, the pen scratching against the paper. "I'm glad I found you today."
As soon as the last word was down, the ink started to spread. It soaked into the page, disappearing like it had been swallowed.
"What the-"
Before I could finish, words appeared on the page in elegant, old-fashioned handwriting.
I am glad you found me too, Kim.
I froze. My heart raced as I stared at the page. The words glowed faintly before settling into the paper.
"Nope. Nope. Nope," I said, backing away from the desk. My breath hitched.
The book didn't move, but the words stayed there, taunting me.
I grabbed it, flung it onto the floor, and screamed.
"WTF" I mouthed, still staring at it in shock
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Kim never thought much of the dusty attic, but when she discovers an ancient, mysterious book, everything changes. The book, seemingly alive, reveals secrets that awaken an ancient power, pulling Kim into a world of magic, danger, and dark forces. As shadows close in, Kim must uncover the book's mysteries before it's too late. But some secrets were meant to stay buried... and now they want her.
Unravel the mystery. Survive the awakening. The story is just beginning.
Something didn't feel right.
I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it.
I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard.
I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror.
"Deepest apologies, but it was fun."
(All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)