The night came rolling in. Softly the inky blackness shrouded my creaky old house. I lit several
candles around the house, to keep the shadows from haunting my dreams. Not long after
drifting off to my nervous slumber, a cold breeze tickled my skin, blowing out my source of light
and warmth along the way. The window was wide open letting in all the cold air. I rolled out of
bed, my bones cracking as I started to walk in the direction of the window. As I’m about to close
the window I see something moving outside my house, but I quickly let go of that thought
remembering that it's still windy outside.
I descend down the stairs of my house, going into the kitchen to find a torch. I searched through
all the draws, wondering when my parents would come back. Finding nothing there I head back
up stairs after closing yet another window I remember locking. With nothing to do I occupy
myself with my gymnastics routine. In my attempt to do a cartwheel I knocked over an
expensive mirror, it's been in this house since we moved in. People say this house is haunted by
the ghost of the novelist who died in this house.
My attention switches to what fell out from behind the mirror. The book was covered in dirt and
some of the pages were torn but were still readable.
'Friday 13th
, 1850
Dear diary,
I can not put this recurring nightmare into words.
The faithful night where I encountered my most frightening experience...
The sound of my heart altered my sense of hearing, unleashing my thoughts to go wild. A thin
layer of cold sweat formed on my forehead, as my heart continued pounding against my chest. I
used my shaky hand to wipe it away as I continued to walk along the empty streets. The little
light emitted from the street lamps was covered over by the thick dreary fog. The winds
accompanied the thunder as they roared, causing little droplets of rain to fall on my head and
roll down my face. Before my thoughts could get a hold of my surroundings, the harsh droplets
crashed down one after the other, faster and more violently.
I came across an abandoned mansion as I sought shelter from the pouring rain. I wandered past
the gates to approach the big wooden doors, but was stopped in the action as my eyes landed
on the dug open grave next to all others. I felt chills down my spine after I read my name written
on the stone. I wanted to dash past the gates and straight home; back to the warmth and safety it provided, but my legs were frozen in place. I forced myself to turn and run at the exit
which had miraculously closed on its own.
The doors to the residence flung open to reveal darkness there and nothing more. Curiosity got
the best of me, I felt myself walking towards the doors again. As I stepped inside, the doors shut
leaving me no option but to continue walking, the bluish-white rays from the full moon came in
through the locked windows dimly lighting my path. I followed the light until I reached the end
of the passage, it led me to an empty room.
I entered the room hoping to find an answer to what was happening and that's when I saw it. Its
gargantuan legs and a grotesquely large head atop its hulking form. Its voice was like something
from another planet as it hissed out my name through its sharp teeth.’
My reading was cut short by some slimy substance falling on the page. I looked up only to find a
creature behind me, exactly how it was described in the diary, slowly stepping towards me as
my name rolled off its tongue.
