4th March, Thursday,

Dear Diary,

Today began like any other ordinary day. I woke up to the loud, irritating ringing of my alarm clock instead of the pleasant chirping of birds. I reached out from under the blanket and turned it off, still feeling sleepy. For a few moments I lay there staring at the ceiling, gathering the energy to start the day.

My mornings were always simple and predictable. I put water on to boil, made a cup of tea, and started preparing breakfast.Just as I cracked an egg into the pan, the doorbell rang. It wasn't a polite ring either. It was long and sharp, the kind people press when they're impatient.

I frowned.

At this hour?

When I opened the door, I found no one there. The empty front yard stared back at me. The morning air was still, the street quiet. Not even a passing car.For a moment I stood there confused.I stepped out onto the porch and glanced left and right along the street.

Nothing

No footsteps, no voices, no running figure disappearing around the corner.

I sighed.

Probably some kids playing a prank.

I muttered to myself.

Shrugging it off, I turned back toward the door. But just as I was about to close it, something on the floor caught my eye.

An envelope

It lay right near the threshold, almost blending with the pale tiles. I was certain it hadn't been there earlier. Curious, I picked it up. It was an old-fashioned envelope made of thick, slightly yellowed paper. My name was written on the front in dark ink, in handwriting that looked careful but slightly shaky.

No sender's name. No address.Just my name.

I stepped back inside and closed the door behind me.Carefully, I opened it. Inside was a single folded sheet of paper.I unfolded it slowly. The message was written in the same dark ink, but this time the writing looked hurried, as if the person had been under great pressure.

It read:

"If you are reading this, it means we had no other choice."

"We know this may sound strange, but our lives are in danger."

"They are watching us. We cannot go to the authorities. We cannot trust anyone."

"Except you."

I paused.

My eyebrows tightened.

Except me!?Who were "they"?

And more importantly-

How did they know so much about me??

OR, what if it was just a prank??

Well, it's enough detective work for today and now I'm off to bed.

Thank You

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10 March,

Wednesday,

Dear Diary,

Remember the letter that I told.

I don't know why but it seems like I am not able to forget about it. The letter didn't have much details. As I told you, at first, skepticism washed over me.

It felt like a prank but something about it seemed too deliberate........

Too deliberate to be just a prank.

My brain told me to ignore it and forget about it. But something...curiosity perhaps....stopped me from doing that.

There was something odd about it that I couldn't shake that thought out of my mind.

Should I go?

What do you recommend me to do?

Thank you,

Quick question ❓️❓️

What do you guys think?

I should go

OR I shouldn't go

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Characters

Name: Allicia

Age:24

Speciality:A medium

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12th March

Friday

Dear Diary,

So the thing is, curiosity got the better of me.

I found myself walking in the path towards the villa by the lake.

As you know, it started with a letter-no envelope,no return address. I assumed it was the neighbourhood kids again, trying to spook the "ghost lady" as they affectionately call me.

I found myself staring at the massive ,symmetrical frontage of weathered limestone, now with a stain of grey and green where decades of rain have run down the stone.

Dozens of tall, arched windows-some broken, while many still protected by heavy wooden shutters. A pair of oversized, dark oak doors with a tarnished brass knockers shaped like snakes.

Now, the Hamilton villa....

It feels so familiar, but I can't place it.

I vaguely remember it from my childhood -a crumbling estate at the edge of the town, lost in the woods, swallowed by vines of poison ivy, and drowned by all the echoes surrounding it.

The air felt different today, much heavier.

I found myself standing at the edge of the woods, a bit sceptic, but curious. I don't remember deciding to leave my home.

I don't even remember the walk here...

Thank You

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Just for getting rid of the word limit

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