The following story is based on true events that occured after I moved into my new house. I apologize now for any bad grammar. I have to type all this in a hurry. I want to get my story out there. I want to find others who know what this is like. I want to reach out and get help, without someone thinking I'm delusional and crazy. You can tell me I'm making this up. You can say I'm not fooling you. I'm not trying to convince you to believe me . I'm trying to get help from those who know this is true. Enough of this ranting. Let me share my story. I'll begin by describing what happened from memory and then begin entering my diary entries, and I'll be sure to date the entries.
"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. Psalms 23:4"
We had just moved to the countryside, rural Tennessee. Already an eery feeling. Feels strange from going to buildings being your neighbors to trees. I'm not exaggerating when I say the closest neighbor had to be at least three miles from my house. We moved at the beginning of summer so I hadn't made and wasn't going to be making friends for a while. Basically, I was expecting the worst summer ever full of being alone and reading. But now that I look back, I wish that's how my summer would have went. But let's not dwell on the past. So, we move into this two story house literally in the middle of nowhere. There were three bedrooms on the first story, one for my parents, one for my sister, and one for my brother. I took the bedroom upstairs. The door was locked, but I didn't think much of it. I managed to get the door open, and the room was actually furnished while the rest of the house was bare. 'Scary movie', I thought in my head and silently laughed. Of course not. Perhaps a room no one has been in for a long time. I opened the old balcony door and began to move small furniture out onto the balcony. While going through the bookshelf, I came across a diary. I didn't bother to open but I didn't get rid of it. You never what secrets might lie in it or who it belonged to. Clearly, this house was old, and this diary looked older. I threw the diary onto my nightstand, and turned on the radio, listening to the Beatles as I cleaned out my room.
"Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, hey Jude," I sang to myself while going through the drawer on the vanity. I know you don't care about the little details I throw in here. I just like to recall the little parts of my memory that make me smile. When things weren't awful. I miss that, you know? I really do. While going through the drawer I found some old, nasty makeup. When I thought I had dug it all out, I noticed a piece of paper. The chicken scratch on the paper read, "SACRIFICE THIS WAY". I gasped and checked the drawer one last time. I noticed one more piece of paper. It had what I believed to be blood stains on it and wrote on it was, "I'M IN HERE". I dropped the pieces of paper immediately and held my breath. After cleaning out the drawer, I noticed a book on the vanity.
"Book Of Shadows," I whispered to myself as I read the cover. Growing curious, I flipped through the book. Spells, goals, sacrifices.. This book had it all. I closed it and sat it down on the diary. I wasn't going to just throw these books away without taking a peek. After getting the room cleaned out, except for the bed, I sat down to look at the books.