On my first day after moving in, I found someone's diary in the closet. The last date was today.
A person discovers a diary in their new home documenting their every action, written in their own handwriting, ending with a chilling message.
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Each sentence was submitted separately and chosen by community vote before the next one could be written. Nobody knew how it would end.
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Did someone write it and leave it here before I moved in? I decided to open it, caught between curiosity and fear.
Everything I had done today was written down in it. I was so shocked that I couldn't even make a sound, just stared.
But looking closer, the handwriting was identical to mine.
I am absolutely certain I'm seeing this diary for the first time today. Could this house be haunted?
My fingers trembled as I turned to the last page of the diary, and the sentence written there froze me solid:
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