So here's my first shot in the dark at writing. Like anything. This is terrifying. Not really sure how this author's note thing is supposed to work so I'll just get on with the story... Oh and there might be slight, ok alot of, "big girl" language so... I guess the saying goes, excuse my French?

What do you even write in a freakin "hunter's journal?" I mean, I'm pretty sure it's just a fancy way of saying diary. Well here goes nothing.

I guess I should tell you about the spirit hunt I did yesterday. See if you're reading this I'm assuming you're either a hunter or a creep. If you're a creep, you're about to be really confused. Most hunters, as you probably know, are maybe 25-30 years old, based on how lucky they get. Well I'm 15. For those who don't know what a hunter is, you lucky bastard, we hunt shit. Not squirrels or deer, but scary ass stuff like spirits, demons, wendigos, and other assorted SOBs. These are just the most commonly known monsters that get put down by most hunters. There are other things, monsters, creeping around in the shadows that some hunters, like yourself, will probably never even see. If that doesn't give you chills then nothing will.

My ADHD is being a bitch again. Back to the hunt. The hunt overall went as well as to be expected. I mean, I'm not dying or dead, so that's something. I've only been hunting on my own now for a little over a year. In that time most of my jobs have been similar to this one, just a simple, run of the mill, spirit. I guess this is where I explain spirits, I mean that's what the whole damn book is for right, storing information?

Spirits: In simple terms, the souls of dead people stuck on Earth for hunters to have to deal with. According to reliable sources, well sort of I guess, spirits are stuck on Earth because they couldn't move on after they died. The longer they are stuck here, the angrier they get. This is when they can become what are known as vengeful spirits. That's a whole other lesson. Sometimes you can see them, they can manifest themselves, other times you can't. When you can see them, you can usally tell what they are based on the fact they look very, well, dead. Dead and really creepy. Beyond just the scare factor, they are extremely dangerous. Just because they are common doesn't mean they are easily killed. That's like saying that because there is a lot of crime in the world means that stopping said crime is easy. See the problem. Getting thrown across whatever room, field or graveyard the hunt is located at, has become common practice at this point when dealing with pissed off spirits. I don't know how many concussions it takes to kill ya but I have to be getting close. Besides just throwing you, spirits can throw whatever they damn well please wherever the hell they want, when ever they feel like it, such as a particularly heavy piece of broken tombstone for example. They do this in order to stop you from killing them. Oh yeah maybe explaining how to kill them would be helpful. Usually salting and burning the bones works great to put these sons of bitches down. Of course I found out the hard way, this is not always true. Some spirits attach themselves to an object or something left behind. This becomes a bitch when trying to figure out what exactly is holding the spirit here. It sucks.

This brings me back to yesterday. How the hell was I supposed to know that the spirit of Allen Gart was attached to a freakin necklace. Apparently it was passed down through the Gart family and when Allen bit the dust he decided to keep it. Like what the hell. By the time I had even found out his name, three people were dead and cops were crawling around everywhere. I didn't have time to search for a freakin necklace. To make it worse, the family had sold it to a family friend, who promptly died as a result, which was then sold to victim number two, which was then, guess what, sold to victim number three. It would have kept going if I finally hadn't come across it while conveniently scanning for EMF. The thing lit up like a Christmas tree. I may be an honors and advanced placement student, but I'm not a freakin mind reader! Up until yesterday, I didn't even know spirits could do that. When I found the necklace, I called up one my brother's old resources, Bobby Singer, to ask why the hell the necklace had EMF and why the son of a bitch didn't die the first time. He promptly told me I was an idjit, whatever the hell that means, and gave a whole speech about disappearing after my brother died. He never even answered the question until I threatened to hang up and take care of it myself. I know he was probably worried when I dropped off radar, but doesn't he understand that time is extremely valuable when hunting. People were dying. The rest of the hunt went pretty smooth. I wasn't thrown across the freakin graveyard when trying to burn the necklace so that was good. Besides the decently painful gash on my head from a flying piece of tombstone, I'm in one piece.

I should probably sleep now considering it officially been 48 hours since I was last in dream land. I usually don't sleep, well, if any, during jobs. I guess its a habit. Till next time I'm feeling like a freaking pre-teen little girl. I mean seriously this has to count as a freakin diary.

So there you go. Does it suck, does it rock? Please tell me, I'm begging. I have no beta or grammar skills so I know there has to be stuff I missed. I know you're lying if don't review, and Mr. Fizzles can tell when your lying so...