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!hGwu9EraNI 08/02/11(Tue)10:01 No.28304944>>28304842
People say that the old house is haunted, but I know the truth. I also know why no one will dare to go there alone at night. In 1994, while I was browsing the local library for a school project, I came across a book in the back of the history section. On it's front was blank, wore out from time, but it's binding had the initials C.M.C. It being at the time late, I checked it out along with the other novels I collected.
When I arrived home, I had my younger brother, helping me out as part as his chores, take all but the wore out book up to my study's room. Curiosity peaked in me as I returned home, and I decided to take a few minutes out of my day to skim over it.
What I found to my amazement was it not bring a novel at all, but a journal! A whole book, filled with journal entries spanning from almost a whole year, the first one going back to 1987. The first few pages where wore out, and what I could read looked like it was written by a child, or in some cases, it looked like three different hand writing at times.
Going over the next few pages, halfway through it became more and more clear to read, and the improvement in their spelling, grammar, and style of writing showed more and more as I went on. They called each other by their nick names, never first or second, but judging from what they called themselves, "Bloom", "Belle" and "Loo", it seemed like these girls where being average girls. Their entries where normal as one would expect, how their days went, what they got in trouble for, and disagreements in a dance routine. That is, up until the very end. |
