Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25502990-20141005163828

So, my first short story called: 'Lost Diary' got deleted. My question is, why?

Here's the story:

On the 5th of december I was sitting outside, in my garden. I watched the old mansion in the distance. It was this old creepy mansion, exactly like in the movies. It's surrounded by old trees. It's been a week now since we moved in here. I'm 16 years old and love adrenaline kicks. I've made 1 friend since we got here, his name is Toby. He's scared pretty easily and easily influenced. He told me lots of rumours that are going around about the mansion. I don't believe it. The rumours say that the house is abandoned because of a family tragedie. There lived a family with 2 children, 2 boys and a daughter. The boys would always bully her, call her ugly, and so on... They say that she went insane and killed her brothers. The father shot her. But after that, the parents dissapeared....... forever.

But I won't believe it until I have prove. So I called my friend Toby and said he had to come over, I didn't tell him why yet.

So, he arrived and I told him we had to go to the mansion. He freaked out, but after an hour I convinced him. He said: "ok, I'll go with you. But we have to go tomorrow, at night..."

As agreed, we met in my garden at night on the 6th of december.

The mansion

When we saw each other he looked sick, I asked him: "What's up dude, you don't look good."

He said: "Dude, when I was walking to your garden, I saw a shadow and I heard a loud crack. Didn't you hear that?"

I laughed, and said: "You're probably so scared that you're hallucinating haha!"

He didn't laugh..... at all.

He said: "Come on, let's get to that mansion, quick!"

And so, we went trough the forest, heard some twigs crack but I thought it were just wild animals. I didn't worry about it. We eventually arrived at the front door of the mansion.

From the moment I touched the doorknob, this weird feeling went trough me.....

The Diary

I opened the door and went inside. Everything was dusty and old. My friend followed me. I was actually scared right now. But my friend actually look quiet comfortable. He was sitting on an old chair and looked at me while I walked trough the room. I went upstairs and walked into a small room. Probably the room of the girl. When I entered a doll's head began spinning and I heard whispers. The whisper said: "WHY, WHY WOULD YOU COME IN HERE..... DON'T TRUST ANYONE!"

Then everything stopped. Complete silence. I saw a small book, I picked it up. It said: My Diary.

I opened it and started reading: Entry 1

Dear Diary,

My brothers won't stop bullying me. But, soon they will stop. I have plans.

Entry 2 (the page is covered in blood)

Dear Diary,

I did it, my brothers are gone. Here's their blood. My parents don't know yet, but I don't care. If I die, I'll come back...

Entry 3

Dear Diary,

It's been a while. In case you don't know, my dad shot me. HAHAHA, what an idiot. I'm back, as an entity... And I will be feared forever................................

Entry 4

Dear Diary,

Finally, my mom's death, but my dad's gonna suffer...

This was the last entry. I was absolutely terrified and more scared than ever.

Toby

I went downstairs to tell Toby about it. But what I saw in the chair wasn't Toby anymore. It was....... an entity!

All I could do was, run, run, run aaaaand run. I ran as hard as I could. I arrived in my garden and went inside.

I went inside and saw blood on the mirror. It were letters in blood that said: "Life's a lie, don't trust anyone. Not even your close friends..."

At that moment I realised that Toby wasn't the person I thought he was. He was The Entity...

Moving out

I told my mom about everything and fortunatly she believed me after I showed her the bloody text on the mirror. When I showed her, it dissapeared and a new text in blood came on the mirror: "Don't tell anyone, take this with you into your grave and you'll be spared. But remember, I always watch you!"

After that we immediatly moved out and went to another country. We live, but always feel like we're being watched everywhere. And that's not just a feeling, It's happening...

I never found the diary anymore and I'm glad about that!

Remember,

YOU'RE BEING WATCHED 