Note: I do not own the Goosebumps series and this story is original. I have never read or even heard of a story like this and anything similar is just a coincidence.
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I was lying on my bed one evening listening to the rain hitting against my window. I started to think of all the bad things that had happened that day. First someone had tripped me up in to a muddy puddle on the way to the beach, then I nearly got ran over and then just to make things worse my parents yelled at me for being late home! I started to wonder why these things always happened to me. Then it hit me.
"Stupid book," I muttered "who thought to put a book shelf above the bed?" I picked the book up that had hit me and had landed at the edge of my bed. "I don't recognise this…it looks like a diary." I thought about it and remembered back to yesterday. I had been cleaning my room when I found it in an old cardboard box. I had flicked through it wondering what it was then just threw it on to the shelf.
I looked at the cover. On the front was a gold symbol with some gold writing underneath that I couldn't understand.
I opened it up and flicked through the pages. Just a normal diary. I went back to the first page and read the first thing in it wondering whose diary it could possibly be. It didn't give me any clue. It read:
1st January
Dear Diary,
It has begun. There is no escape. It was the worst day of my life…but I know there's worse to come.
I read on.
2nd January
Dear Diary,
I had school today. I was tripped up by some boys in the year above me at school. After that the day just got worse! I got tangled up in the rope and then minutes later I fell off the balance beam in gym class. I know I only have myself to blame.
I read on and on. The things were getting worse just like they had said they would. I wondered how they could know that but nothing was explained. It was just events that had happened.
I suddenly realised that it was starting to get dark. I turned the light on and then carried on reading. It was getting late but I didn't notice. I couldn't put the diary down. It was interesting. I couldn't believe some of the things that were written in it.
A while later I came to the second to last page.
30th December
Dear Diary
It is at an end. All my pain will soon be gone. I wish there was some way I could explain everything but I can't. I hope no one ever finds this but if you are reading this then it is too late. I'm sorry for everything.
Goodbye.
I read it again. What did they mean? I looked at the last page. All it said was the 31st December. The rest was blank.
I couldn't understand it…I was about to find out what it was all about though.
I closed the diary and put it on a small table that was next to my bed. I got ready for bed and turned off my light. I glanced at the diary. The gold symbol seemed to glow for a second but then it went dark. I was too tired to think about it. I yawned and glanced at the clock. 11.59 PM.
The 1st of January was nearly over.
