Hey there, everyone. Earlier today, I found some sort of diary or somethin’, so I decided to post the text in it online, because this is pretty creepy.
October 12, 1985
A fight broke out at school during breakfast, and I didn't want any part of it. So, instead of eating, I went to my first class early. When I got there, however, the lights in the room were out. I tried the door. It was locked. I sigh, realizing that the teacher must be in the cafeteria, trying to break up the fight. I would have turned around and waited, but I noticed something that caught my eye; I saw something in the shape of a little boy inside the classroom. When I blinked, whatever it was had disappeared. Maybe I was just seeing things…
October 19, 1985
It happened again. I was riding the bus home from school, when I caught a better glimpse of the boy I saw in my history class. His skin was pale, his hair was a dark brown, and he had a black tank top on, with grey shorts. His eyes, though… I didn’t see them. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t see them from the glimpse I caught of him. Is there something wrong with me?
October 26, 1985
Again. It happened again, five days before Halloween. I had my eyesight checked, and my doctor said it was fine, but that kid showed up again. He’s in my house. It’s freaking me out. He was looking straight at me this time, but his eyes were… empty. In place of his eyes were empty sockets. He’s some kind of ghost. What did I do to be haunted by this ghost? I don’t even recognize this kid, much less know what happened to him. I heard a whisper this time, though. I only heard “Make it stop.”
October 29, 1985
I decided to look up some information about this kid after school. I went to the library and started looking around, until eventually I came across a book that caught my eye: an old newspaper, from about 2 years ago. I don’t know why it was there or why I picked it up, but I read into it, and found this passage:
“…in other news, the entertainment company… has been scheduled to close due to a murder in the building. Police suspect an employee for the killing of a small, 9-year-old boy…”
That’s when I closed the book. I could feel it; the kid was watching me again. I didn’t even look; I just ran home and hoped the kid wouldn’t follow me. I don’t think he did, but…
October 31, 1985
He isn’t disappearing anymore. He’s been slowly following me wherever I went. I’m hiding now, but I can hear him stepping closer, and closer, whispering “make it stop…” and chuckling every once in a while. I don’t know what to do… I’ve never been so scared before in my li
…And that’s where it ends. I’m a bit worried, though. Not because of the lack of an ending, though. It’s more than that.
I think I’m seeing things.