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// 11/21 2:07 PM

Dear Diary,

Hi, my name is—well, actually, that doesn't matter. My name doesn't matter. What matters is these weird things that have been happening.

I don't know what to think anymore. One of my best friends just turned up dead.

What should I do?

Me







// 11/22 11:25 AM

Dear Diary,

I'm at school. I'm scared. I don't know what's happening anymore. I'm afraid to go outside. I'm afraid I'll be caught and killed on my way home.

Help me,

Me







// 11/23 9:00 AM

Dear Diary,

I'm going to class now. It's scary, but I'll do it. It's okay, though because I have math with my best friend (Y/n).

At least I'm not alone.

From,

Me







// 11/24 6:39 PM

Dear Diary,

Someone else died. It's another one of my friends.

I came home today and found one of my knives missing. Was it me? I don't know.

I live alone.

What's happening?

Me







// 11/25 12:54 AM

Dear Diary,

(Y/n) told me everything was going to be okay. I really hope so.

From,

Me







// 11/26 10:10 AM

Dear Diary,

(Y/n) hasn't been sitting with us lately. She looked tired too. I asked her what's going on, but she refused to tell me anything.

I'm scared,

Me







// 11/26 12:39 PM

Dear Diary,

I drank a lot of water at lunch today so I went to the bathroom. But now I'm afraid to go out.

I see something red on the floor. I hope it's not blood.

From,

Me







// 11/26 12:50 PM

Dear Diary,

I don't think I can forget it anymore. I still remember coming out of the bathroom stall and seeing my friend there.

Only, he was hanging upside-down.

From,

Me







// 11/26 3:11 PM

Dear Diary,

I'm almost home. But I'm scared. I hope there isn't anyone following me. I see a teddy bear on my doorstep.

Its head is gone.

What's happening?

Me







// 11/26 5:03 PM

Dear Diary,

I ate dinner. I couldn't taste anything. I'm scared. I tried distracting myself by texting (Y/n), but she didn't answer.

I hope she's okay,

Me







// 11/27 1:26 AM

Dear Diary,

I can't fall back asleep. I had a nightmare. My skin is red. Red, red, red.

I hate the color red.

I'm scared,

Me







// 11/27 3:28 AM

Dear Diary,

Something's knocking on my window. I can see a shadow through my curtains. It's moving. Maybe if I close my eyes it'll go away.

Help me,

Me







// 11/27 5:02 AM

Dear Diary,

It's gone. I'm glad. I don't think I'll be able to go near that window for months.

From,

Me







// 11/27 10:45 AM

Dear Diary,

I'm in the guidance counselor's office.

Another one of my friends went missing.

What's happening?

Me







// 11/28 4:00 PM

Dear Diary,

Everyone's gone. It's just me and (Y/n) now. I'm scared. What if I'm next?

From,

Me







// 12/1 1:50 PM

Dear Diary,

I hate it. I don't want to be alone. (Y/n) went missing. It's been two days now.

At least they haven't found her body yet.

I'm scared,

Me







// 12/7 5:38 PM

Dear Diary,

It's been a week. The police still haven't found (Y/n).

I don't think she's dead,

Me







// 12/7 12:14 AM

Dear Diary,

It's back again, the shadow. It's there in front of me.

Another one of my knives went missing.

Help me,

Me







// 12/7 12:35 AM

Dear Diary,

I think it's writing something on the window. I can't see, my curtain's there and I'm afraid to lift it.

What will I see?

Me







// 12/7 12:48 AM

Dear Diary,

It left early this time. I can see something on my window. I think they're bloodstains.

From,

Me







// 12/7 1:01 AM

Dear Diary,

I can't sleep. I haven't been sleeping for the past week. I miss my friends. I miss being happy. I hate being afraid.

I hate not knowing what's happening.

But I know I'm next.

From,

Me







// 12/7 8:52 PM

Dear Diary,

All my friends are gone. My favorite teachers are gone. I was alone in class.

I think I hear something outside my room.

I'm too scared to check.

Help me,

Me







// 12/8 7:30 AM

Dear Diary,

I couldn't sleep again. But I have to go to school. There's another teddybear in my hallway.

This time it's just the head.

From,

Me







// 12/8 2:45 PM

Dear Diary,

School is the safest place for me now. I'm going to go to the police again after school.

I can't take it anymore,

Me







// 12/8 5:08 PM

Dear Diary,

I'm waiting in a white room. They said they'll send officers to protect me. I'm beginning to feel safe again.

Someone sat down next to me.

From,

Me







// 12/8 5:12 PM

Dear Diary,

He looked nice. He has really soft golden hair. I think I've seen him somewhere.

Oh! He's one of (Y/n)'s new friends. It can't hurt to stick together now, right?

From,

Me







// 12/8 5:32 PM

Dear Diary,

I—







// 12/8 6:41 PM

Dear Diary,

Please—







// 12/8 9:09 PM

Dear Diary,

I ran away. I don't know what happened. He suddenly choked me and took me somewhere.

Why didn't the police do anything?

From,

Me







// 12/9 12:23 AM

Dear Diary,

It's been hours. He still hasn't found me. I'm hiding in the spooky looking building in the woods. I think I've seen this place before. Am I at school?

From,

Me







// 12/9 12:48 AM

Dear Diary,

I don't see anyone coming for me. I think it's safe now. Should I try to run?

Not that you'll respond. You're just a piece of paper. You can't tell anyone where I am.

From,

Me







// 12/9 12:56 AM

Dear Diary,

I made up my mind. I'm going to run. It's now or never.

Wish me luck,

Me







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// 12/9 1:20 AM

Dear Diary,

They caught me. There's more than one.

Help me,

Me







// 12/9 3:08 AM

Dear Diary,

I think they forgot about me. I'm in the basement, I think. At least they let me keep you.

You're just a scrap of paper. What can you do?

From,

Me







// 12/9 3:32 AM

Dear Diary,

I saw her! I saw (Y/n)! It was just a glimpse, but I saw her with them.

Are they working together?

Me







// 12/9 3:49 AM

Dear Diary,

(Y/n)'s screaming. I don't know why. What are they doing to her?

From,

Me







// 12/9 4:02 AM

Dear Diary,

The door opened. I finally see light. It's the blue-haired boy I saw before with (Y/n). He doesn't look happy.

(Y/n)'s still crying.

From,

Me







// 12/10 6:27 PM

Dear Diary,

I'm terrified. What should I do? I know their names now; they're the P4 from school. What do they want with me?

They wanted me dead. But (Y/n) saved me. I'm only alive because of her.

At least I'm not alone,

Me







// 12/10 7:26 PM

Dear Diary,

They look madder now whenever they see me with (Y/n). I think they read you.

You're just a piece of paper. You're not supposed to betray me.

From,

Me







// 12/10 9:00 PM

Dear Diary,

(Y/n)'s trying to spend as much time with me as she can. I'm grateful, but I'm still scared.

They look like they want to kill me.

From,

Me







// 12/11 10:33 PM

Dear Diary,

(Y/n) said if they did anything to me or took me away, she would kill herself.

Please don't,

Me







// 12/11 10:52 PM

Dear Diary,

I found my missing knives. I know they're mine because I always buy the same antique brand.

They were under my blanket.

From,

Me







// 12/13 4:52 PM

Dear Diary,

I'm going to throw up. They're treating (Y/n) like she's their lover or something. I can see she hates it.

I need to help her,

Me







// 12/14 8:01 AM

Dear Diary,

I don't think I can use you anymore. They said a pencil could be a weapon. I have to give it to them now.

Goodbye,

Me







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// 12/25 7:40 PM

Dear Diary,

I found a pen they forgot to take with them. I've been saving little things. A plastic knife from my meal, a few forks...anything that looks useful.

Why do they look like they know what I'm doing?

From,

Me







// 12/25 9:25 PM

Dear Diary,

They're talking about Christmas. They're going to get (Y/n) a gift.

Why am I so afraid?

Me







// 12/25 12:03 PM

Dear Diary,

I'm sorry.

From,

Me







// 12/26 4:28 AM

Dear Diary,

I think I know what their gift is. But I don't think (Y/n) likes gore very much.

I would know.

Help me,

Me







// 12/26 5:53 PM

Dear Diary,

I can't take it anymore. I'm going to run. (Y/n) will be fine. I'll come back for her with the police. The P4's in some sick fantasy that she loves them and they her. They won't hurt her.

But they'll hurt me.

From,

Me







// 12/26 6:29 PM

Dear Diary,

What do writers, poets, artists, musicians, and murderers all have in common?







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// 12/31 12:00 AM

The answer is...they're alive.

Dead people can't write.

Merry Christmas, (Y/n),

Tristan Knight