Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-12339030-20141116170329

NOTE: This is my first creepypasta, so the quality is probably bad. Feedback is appreciated, and constructive criticism will be appreciated. Thank you.

I found a journal, and this is what is written in it.

At a young age, i had dreamed about becoming a miner.I didn't understand how tiring it was,and i thought it would be easy and quick. I had wanted to get rich on gold. I had dreamed of walls of silver, and floors of platinum. Statues of bronze and diamond. I was optimistic, as you can see. At the age of 19, i bought a pickaxe, not knowing what i was getting myself into. I found a large cave and started mining. 30 days of mining, and that leads to what makes me write this.

Day 1: I started digging in one of the holes. I had bought lights and started lighting the place up.

Day 2: My first discovery! I found an old piece of clay. Perhaps it was antique greek? Maybe roman? Amazing!

Day 3: I was inspecting the piece of clay and found something written on it. I sent it to a transcriber, he will translate it. I'll keep mining deeper.

Day 4: More discoveries! I found an entire vase! Well, a vase that had all pieces perfectly fit. Amazing!

Day 5: Today, i had dug out some iron. It was amazing, and i felt great. This was a start to get money.

Day 6: The transcriber came in today, and told me it translates to look. I sent the piece to an expert to determine its value. I kept mining, but nothing particular happened.

Day 7: I think the first week was a success! But i noticed something strange. One of the lights was shattered. Probably some hooligans, thinking they are smart. I took the day of resting, and now i'm ready for week 2!

Day 8: I kept mining, and found another clay piece. I sent it to the transcriber.

Day 9:(Slight ink slurs are seen blocking some of the text,  and only the following can be read) look meant ==|===|== but i'm staying.

Day 10: (The page is completely covered with ink, and only the word look is readible)

Day 11: (A part of the page is readible, but the end is slurred) Another light broke, crap, maybe the transcriber was right..

Day 12: I can't sleep.

Day 13: I can't sleep.

Day 14: I can't sleep.

Day 15: I can't sleep.

Day 16: Look.

Day 17: Look.

Day 18: Look.

Day 19: Help.

Day 20: Help.

(The half of the pages are covered in ink, and the second to last page is bloody)

Day 30: Look. Behind. You. 