Chapter Seventeen
The Diary


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Justin and Chris were wandering around the first floor, looking for any clues that might lead them to Nick. They had found nothing so far and both felt like giving up and going to find everyone else.

“Can we just go back now? I bet Nick was already found so what’s the point of us looking any more?” Justin said.

“Oh shut up Justin.” Chris said, tired of Justin’s whining, “I don’t like this place anymore than you do but we’re stuck here so....” he trailed off.

Silence fell among them and they continued walking. They were walking down what looked like a hall only there were no doors. At the very end of the hall, they noticed two huge double doors.

“Hey, I wonder what’s behind those doors?” Chris said.

“Uhh...the last time I opened any doors up, I ended up having killer skeletons after to me. Let’s not try and open those,” Justin replied, sounding scared.

“Ohh...where’s your sense of adventure?” Chris said jokingly.

“It went right out the window as soon as I found out this place was haunted,” Justin said.

They reached the doors and stopped in front of them. It had the weird designs on it also and they seemed to loom over them, as if taunting them to open up the doors.

“I have a bad feeling about this....” Justin said worringly.

“Oh...it can’t be that bad,” Chris siad as he grabbed the handle and pulled the one door open.

Justin shut his eyes, not wanting to see what was behind the door. He heard the door creak open and then Chris gasped.

“Oh wow....” Chris said.

Justin opened his eyes and stared in awe at the room. It was a library. Shelves of books reached all the way up to the ceiling. Some chairs and a coffee table sat in the middle of the room. Two huge windows were on either side of the room and a spiral staircase wound up to another floor, also stacked with shelves of books.

“Geez....” Justin said quietly.

“I got an idea,” Chris said, “maybe there’s a book here about the whole history of this house. Maybe we can learn more about it and see what this “game” is all about.”

“Yeah, that is a good idea,” Justin agreed, “there’s one problem though. Where do we start?”

“Ummmm......just pick a spot,” Chris answered.

The two chose opposite ends of the library and started looking through all of the books. After about an hour of looking, Justin finally saw something that might help them out.

“Hey Chris, come look at this,” he yelled out.

Chris can over to where Justin was kneeling on the floor. Staring at a book in his hands.

“What is it?” Chris asked him.

“I think it’s a diary,” Justin answered.

Chris grabbed the book and brushed the dust off of it. It was a black colored book and looked very old. The edges were worn and the cover was peeling off. On the front of the book, in gold lettering that was almost all off, was the date 1887. Chris carefully opened the book up and looked at the very first page. Written in very neat cursive, was the name, “Abigail Calhoun.”

“I wonder if this person is like a relative of that creepy woman that lives here,” Chris said.

Justin shrugged. “It could be, why don’t you read some of it, we might find out more about this place.”

Chris started flipping through a bunch of pages and finally landed on one of the pages. He started to read it aloud.

Friday the 13, July 1887

Dear Diary,

I feel so scared now. Ever since I have acquired this place through my father’s death and have started living in it, strange things have been happening. I keep hearing weird noises and strange lights appear at night. I dare not go above the second floor, there is no light up there. I want out of here but the doors will not open, I am trapped. I have no idea why this is happening to me. My servants have slowly been disappearing one by one, I do not know where they are. Someone...please help me. I have a feeling I might have signed my death warrant as soon as I entered this place.

Sincerely,
Abigail

 Chris looked up in shock at Justin after he finished reading the entry. Had this “game” been going on for this long? Finally after a few minutes, Justin spoke.

“What’s the next entry say?” he whispered.

Chris flipped to the next page and noticed it was the last entry. “It’s the last entry....” he said slowly.

Saturday the 14, July 1887

Dear Diary,

I know what is going on now. I know what I have gotten myself into now. I am in the middle of a game, a game which does not end. It has been happening to this house forever. I am now meant to haunt this house. I don’t want to. I cry myself to sleep at night, knowing that my end is near, that there is no escape. No one deserves this fate. “The Game” is being played on me. Awful things have been happening to me within the past night, things I do not want to describe. I have seen horrific things and heard a laugh, a chilling laugh that echoes through the whole house. “The Game” ends at sun rise today. I have lost though. I could not conquer what this house threw at me. No one has been able to conquer it. But now I know how, after it is too late. There is only one way to defeat “The Game.” If it is defeated, the spell on the house will be broken and the horror will officially end. I could not complete it, it is up to someone else. There is only one way though and that way is

 “SHIT!!!!” Chris cried out all of a sudden.

Justin jumped at his sudden outburst. “What....what’s the matter?”

“The rest of the entry....it’s GONE! It’s been like torn out or something. Damnit!! And that page was the key to defeating “The Game!” Chris cried out again.

Chris desperately searched through the diary, looking everywhere for the missing piece of information. It was no where to be found though. No trace of it anywhere.

“Ugh...this would just be our luck! We finally have a idea about how to get out of this and the chance is taken away from us!” Chris was thoroughly upset.

“Just calm down, Chris. The missing page might be somewhere else,” Justin said, trying to be logical.

Chris just sighed and nodded. Before they could do anything though, they both heard a weird rumbling noise that was steadily getting louder and louder. Chris looked down in shock at the diary he still held in his hands. It was glowing a bright orange color and then a laugh started to ring through the room. Chris dropped the book and him and Justin stared as the book burst into flames.

“Holy shit......” Chris said, trailing off.

Then they both gasped and stared at the floor in horror. The book had stopped burning and only charred remains were left but that wasn’t what had caught their attention. Scrawled on the floor in black markings was one word. ‘FEAR’

The room plunged into darkness just then and the same laughter came back. Then it all stopped. The room became quiet again and the lights flicked back on. Justin was paralyzed with fear on the floor but finally turned towards Chris. Chris was gone though.

“Chris......” Justin said trailing off. “Aw...shit...this is not good. I gotta find everyone else now.”

Justin started to get up off the floor and noticed that the diary was sitting on the floor, fully intact again. No trace of the lettering was anywhere. Justin quickly grabbed the diary and hurried out of the library, with no idea as to where Chris was.


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