The Diary of the Unknown
- LECTURAS 13
- Votos 1
- Partes 2
"I'm not sure what or who I am. I'm not really anything, but only just an essence. I am only an essence. Don't bother asking me why or how I know, because the sad truth is, (like I said before) I DON'T KNOW!"
The Diary of the Unknown is nothing more than that, a diary of the unknown. This short story depicts the life and emotional rollercoaster of the narrator. "Essence" as the narrator prefers to be referred to explains his life story and everyday observations from humans and the world around him. He despises the humans and attempts to explain why he truly believes the world is a rotten mess.
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It wasn't supposed to be a rescue. It wasn't even supposed to be real. A drunken dare. A reckless chase. A twisted game. Harry and his friends entered the house with one thought-to take what wasn't theirs. But the moment they crossed the threshold, the game turned against them. The doors locked. The walls shifted. Their desires became chains, their laughter swallowed by silence. At first, they thought it was a man-a monster lurking in the dark, toying with them. But the deeper they went, the more the truth clawed at their sanity. The house was alive. And it wanted them to suffer. Time unraveled. Lust turned to regret. Hunger turned to madness. Their mistakes tightened like a noose, and soon, Harry found himself losing more than just his way. He was losing them. And the house was still watching. Because no one leaves until it is done with them. The House That Whispers
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