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[Date] October 14, 2014

Dear Diary,

There is an unknown feeling that stalks me every time I arrive home. When I walk through the front door, the air is cold; cold enough to see my own breath. I try and ignore it but it just won't go away!

It likes to stalk me up and down my hallway. It likes to breath down my neck, sending chills up and down my spine. And when I do pass by one of my family photos, it feels like the eyes are following me, just like in those creepy shows on T.V.

When I try and ignore it...it gets angry. Angry enough to the point where it wants to throw stuff across my bedroom.

Every morning I wake up to the feeling of someone watching me. I feel the dark ringed evil eyes gluing on me. It's such a scary feeling...

I go to school, everything is fine. The day goes by well but when it's time to go home...I wish that I had more hours of high school and homework.. so I can't go home to my unwanted visitor...

When I do go home... it's another day. A day of reckoning. I go home to find all of my belongings either on the floor or disorganized. Hell, sometimes they are in weird patterns; being lined up in strange orders, or even upside down.

Things are getting too weird...

I wish I hadn’t done that.

Description
[Date] October 14, 2014

Dear Diary,

There is an unknown feeling that stalks me every time I arrive home. When I walk through the front door, the air is cold; cold enough to see my own breath. I try and ignore it but it just won't go away!

It likes to stalk me up and down my hallway. It likes to breath down my neck, sending chills up and down my spine. And when I do pass by one of my family photos, it feels like the eyes are following me, just like in those creepy shows on T.V.

When I try and ignore it...it gets angry. Angry enough to the point where it wants to throw stuff across my bedroom.

Every morning I wake up to the feeling of someone watching me. I feel the dark ringed evil eyes gluing on me. It's such a scary feeling...

I go to school, everything is fine. The day goes by well but when it's time to go home...I wish that I had more hours of high school and homework.. so I can't go home to my unwanted visitor...

When I do go home... it's another day. A day of reckoning. I go home to find all of my belongings either on the floor or disorganized. Hell, sometimes they are in weird patterns; being lined up in strange orders, or even upside down.

Things are getting too weird...

I wish I hadn’t done that.