‘‘Dear Diary’’
Dear diary, I’m tired of being a
slave inside this old and rusty mansion, there are some instnces in which I
wish to go home instead and never see those ‘creatures’ that haunt this place
ever again. But first, I need to understand how I got in this situation…
January the 26th, two years ago, my family and I wanted to visit an
old house that turned out to be my grandma’s house, everything was okay for the
first couple of days, until that 28th of January… At 12 a.m., I heard
some noises in my parents’ living room, what was happening inside?
I still
don’t know to this day, but when I opened that door, I
saw my mom with her face
filled with blood, her eyes were all white and her mouth open, I felt a
sensation of being scared, frightened, with nothing to use in order to defend
myself, and then, I saw a shadow on the wall in front of me that later ran
away, and a sentence that covered the whole closet that said: ‘‘There’s no
escape…’’
Even since I read that message, my heart was pumping so fast that I was
at the border of a heart attack, sweat was dropping like a waterfall out of my
face alongside tears, I ran and saw more messages that said: ‘You’re here for
the rest of your life’ ‘Running away won’t help. Just give up’ ‘No one will save
you from this hell!’

Since then, the only thing that can
prevent me from descending into paranoia is this old and wasted notebook that
helps me to forget that I’m alone in the darkness…
If there’s anyone out there that is
adventurous enough to come here and save me… I’ll be waiting.
The End.
By Angelo Martínez, Step 8.