Imagine you move into a new home and your mother tells you to bring the unopened boxes to the attic. While you were doing what she asked you stumble on an old diary. You pick up the diary and start reading it for a few days. Then you realized that this diary is dated back to the early 90's described the life of a "interesting" child. Soon after days of reading you realized you just opened up hell in your own home. Things move unexpectedly, talking, smashing, and much more start happening.... but you can't stop reading. What ever it is got you in like a trap and attached to you and won't let you go. What will happen? Find out in the story. ((This story is about my horror OC and its not a self insert just in case this threw you off, also its to drive you in as the reader)) :)