I woke up this morning feeling positive for a change I have been down ever since the pasing of my twin sister. The feeling of something being missing is till hanging heaving inside my heart, but things must go on. I opened the door and walked towards my red mailbox I haven’t been checking my mail since I came back home from the funeral to be precise I haven’t been out of my house alot. I have been battling with depression ever since I got the call from a hysterical Johnny with the news of my sisters passing it’s like I could still feel her presence her pain her thoughts I even adapted a few of her habits over this past 6 months, but today I decided I should move on for the both of us she would’ve wanted me to be happy which reminds me I need to check on Johnny haven’t heard from him since the funeral. I took a deep breath and opened my mailbox strange there was only one big brown envelope the kind you only get important documents in I took it out and scanned the paper no address nor a return address only my name written in some weird red substance that kind of has a strange sour smell. The handwriting looks strangely similar, but I cannot think where I saw it before. I closed the mail box and walked towards my house, but for a brief second I felt like someone was watching me I turned around to look but saw nothing I shook of the feeling and made my way inside the house. once inside I took a seat on the sofa opening the envelope a cold shiver went down my spine as I read the context of the first page. My sister’s missing diary pages was now in my hands. I took a deep breath and began to read the pages.
April 8, 2022 Friday 4:00pm
Dear Diary
The strangest thing happened today. I saw a figure by the edge of the forest watching me from a distance he was dressed in a black robe of some sort his face covered in a white mask. I spend a good 5 minutes just staring at it from my living room window I called out to Johnny, but when he got by the window he said he doesn’t see anyone and sure enough when I turned my attention back towards the figure it was gone I’m not sure what to think of it.
Nat
April 9, 2022 Saturday 4:00pm
Dear Diary
I saw the figure by the edge of the forest again. Standing there watching me, judging me I am sure it’s the neighbors children playing a prank on me, but somehow I cannot shake the feeling of it being something more sinister.
Nat
April 18, 2022 Monday 3:30pm
Dear Diary
I haven’t been writing much haven’t seen the figure either maybe it was all a figment of my imagination
Nat.
April 19, 2022 Tuesday 01:30 am
Dear Diary
I woke up to a sound by my window, it sounds like a knocking Johnny is fast asleep next to me I’m not sure how he cannot hear it. Is it my imagination Oh gosh it sounds like scratching I’m going to wake Johnny up I’m sure someone is there.
April 20, 2022 Wednesday 2:45pm
Dear Diary
Last night I woke up Johnny because of a noice by my window when he went outside to check nothing was there no trace of scratches on the window no footprints in the mud nothing. I’m loosing mg mind
Nat
April 24,2022 Sunday 13:40
Dear Diary
I went for a jog in the forest to clear my head something my therapist described me to do along with some anxiety pills I haven’t seen the figure nor heard any sounds maybe it was the stress about the wedding getting to me.
Nat
April 27, 2022 Wednesday 17:30
Dear Diary
I gotten a strange note with my mail, no address no return one either just a letter written in a strange red substance saying “ 48 hours left” I’m not sure what to think of it.
Nat
With shaking hands I read the last diary entry, with tears falling freely. My sister’s death was ruled out as a sucide, but why do I have proof of a murder sitting in my hands. as I moved my hand to wipe away the falling tears the pages fell to the floor that’s when I noticed the note written in the same red substance behind the last diary page “ 5 minutes “ as I looked out my living room window I could see a figure dressed in a black robe with a white mask. with shaking hands I dialed 911, but the only sound I got back from the phone was “ Your time is up”….