Prologue

A/N: Hey guys, this is a more CREEPY sort of story. Hope you like this blast to the future!

It's my fault. If I don't make it out alive, at least people can- "LOOK OUT!" John yelled. Even at thirteen, he looked and sounded just like our father. Then I looked up. The roof was plummeting down! I dashed out of the way. "If you weren't so obsessed with your stupid diary and how that stupid ghost girl died, we wouldn't be in this mess!" Anger boiled inside of me. I glared and whispered "Juliet," I got louder by the second, "Her name is Juliet!" We glared at each other, anger threatening to explode. Juliana looked at both of us as if we were atomic bombs, waiting to see which was going to explode first. Then she shouted, "Shut up! Listen to yourselves! This is what she wants," and, after an afterthought, said, more whispered than anything, "It only makes her stronger." We shut up. She was right. Juliana turned gently to me. "Mary, John's right. You have been too focused on your diary and how Julie," I glared, "Juliet! Died, sorry." It's ironic, I thought, that a 12 year old has more sense than a 13 year old, John, and a 16 year old, me.­ I took a deep breath, ready to apologize to John and Juliana, when the temperature dropped dramatically. "Oh now you show up!" I said, My eyes narrowing, "Well, you came too late, all the anger's gone, you can't get stronger!" I raised my arms and walked around smiling cruelly. "W-w-who k-k-killed m-m-me!" Juliet had arrived.

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