Our house... Their house, smells like those special drinks... Makes me feel sick sometimes... But, even the drinks won't stop them from yelling...

I thought Step Dad made Mommy happy...
I thought the screaming would end...
But it hasn't...

There were old wet spots... The own probably cried on these sheets...

You decided to continue reading.

I decided to go hide in the basement instead of the wood... I don't want another scar... It was dust and the smell of mold was down here... But it was refreshing to smell something that wasn't those drinks...

They barely come down here. So I found a flashlight and started looking in the back where they never went... I started getting a strange feeling... Like something was calling me... There was a square in the wall... Like it could be a door or something...

I put my hands on it and I felt a warm breeze before Mom yelled my name. I stared for a second, then ran up the steps.

The basement might be another safe place for me.....

There was some kind of a weird circle drawing on the bottom of the paper but it was blurry.

Though this Diary seems to be a tragedy of a young girl, you are determined to see this book til the end... And maybe, find out if this is the house or not where these events transpired.

The next legible page was #50. You've already read it so you flipped to the next...