Friday 13th June.
Friday the 13th. Supposedly an unlucky day, if you believe the tales. But I
say it's as good a day as any other to begin this "diary", if you could
call it that. Let me tell you about myself. My name is Rebecca, I'm nearly
13. I live with a whole heap of kids, and my mum and dad. I have a horse. I
live on 11 acres. I suppose I'm rather lucky, really, compared to all those
poor kids living in high-rise flats, who have to keep quiet all the time,
or else have angry neighbors going around bashing the door down. I,
however, can just waltz out into a paddock and scream for all I'm worth.
Nobody cares. Nobody can even hear me to care. So, yeah, that's me.
Saturday 14th June Becky here. Yesterday something spooky happened. I was sitting on the veranda of our house, looking out over the paddocks, when there was this really weird noise, kind of like a pig's squealing crossed with a wolf's howl crossed with a yelp of pain. Nobody else was home, they were out shopping, so this realy got me scared. We don't have any pigs, just a few dogs, a couple of birds and a few horses. Nothing around here makes a noise like that. It was coming from the direction of the furthest paddock from where I was, though. It's a good 15 minute walk, so I guess it's okay....
Wednesday 18th June Sitting on the veranda again. Dad's home now, but I'm still searching the paddocks. Whatever that.... Thing was, I can't see it now. Maybe it'll come back soo-
Later I'm in the vet's waiting room. I had to stop writing because I heard the noise again, closer this time, and one of my dogs came limping out from behind a tree in the closest paddock. I called my dad and we ran down to help the dog. Close up I could see three deep, long scratches in the dog's side. We bundled him into the car and hurried to the vet's straight away. The vet says they haven't seen anything like it before. Here he comes, I will write more tomorrow.
Thursday 19th June The dog's dead. There, I came right out with the cold, hard truth. Apparently, the dog was standing up nicely, just a little shaky, and they thought he was getting better when he just tumbled over sideways, dead. I've decided that tonight I'm going to investigate.
Friday 20th June I chickened out. Right at the last minute too. But you can't realy blame me after what the - the- thing did to my dog!! I think I'll try it again, but later on.
Saturday 21st June. No more noises. It's all been rather quiet around here, apart from one of my little brothers crying his head off about the dog. I can't understand why, though. That's the dog that scratched him when he was two, and he still has the scar. A long one, running right down his upper left arm. There was a heap of blood when that happened. I suppose I should tell you I'm not a "Girly-girl". I don't feint at the sight of blood, and I defiantly am not going to say, "oh my gosh, I think I broke a nail!"- EVER! Besides, I bite my nails, so I realy can't break them.
Monday 22nd June Everyone at school seems to have found out about the dog, and they're beginning to say my property is haunted. Haunted!!!! Ha! Ghosts, werewolves, vampires and zombies? No such thing! Although... what could have made those scratches, and that noise?
Tuesday 23rd June Arg!! Even my so called friends are beginning to say my property (called Posto Oscuro, Itallian for Shadowy Place, because of the trees surrounding it, if you wanted to know.) is haunted, and not only that, but are beginning to say that I'm possessed or something, and calling me Ghost Girl. It's realy beginning to get on my nerves.
Thursday 25th June Thank goodness for the school holidays! They started today, so no more Ghost Girl! Whoopee!!! I'm going to make a vow that I'll investigate the noise tonight
Saturday 14th June Becky here. Yesterday something spooky happened. I was sitting on the veranda of our house, looking out over the paddocks, when there was this really weird noise, kind of like a pig's squealing crossed with a wolf's howl crossed with a yelp of pain. Nobody else was home, they were out shopping, so this realy got me scared. We don't have any pigs, just a few dogs, a couple of birds and a few horses. Nothing around here makes a noise like that. It was coming from the direction of the furthest paddock from where I was, though. It's a good 15 minute walk, so I guess it's okay....
Wednesday 18th June Sitting on the veranda again. Dad's home now, but I'm still searching the paddocks. Whatever that.... Thing was, I can't see it now. Maybe it'll come back soo-
Later I'm in the vet's waiting room. I had to stop writing because I heard the noise again, closer this time, and one of my dogs came limping out from behind a tree in the closest paddock. I called my dad and we ran down to help the dog. Close up I could see three deep, long scratches in the dog's side. We bundled him into the car and hurried to the vet's straight away. The vet says they haven't seen anything like it before. Here he comes, I will write more tomorrow.
Thursday 19th June The dog's dead. There, I came right out with the cold, hard truth. Apparently, the dog was standing up nicely, just a little shaky, and they thought he was getting better when he just tumbled over sideways, dead. I've decided that tonight I'm going to investigate.
Friday 20th June I chickened out. Right at the last minute too. But you can't realy blame me after what the - the- thing did to my dog!! I think I'll try it again, but later on.
Saturday 21st June. No more noises. It's all been rather quiet around here, apart from one of my little brothers crying his head off about the dog. I can't understand why, though. That's the dog that scratched him when he was two, and he still has the scar. A long one, running right down his upper left arm. There was a heap of blood when that happened. I suppose I should tell you I'm not a "Girly-girl". I don't feint at the sight of blood, and I defiantly am not going to say, "oh my gosh, I think I broke a nail!"- EVER! Besides, I bite my nails, so I realy can't break them.
Monday 22nd June Everyone at school seems to have found out about the dog, and they're beginning to say my property is haunted. Haunted!!!! Ha! Ghosts, werewolves, vampires and zombies? No such thing! Although... what could have made those scratches, and that noise?
Tuesday 23rd June Arg!! Even my so called friends are beginning to say my property (called Posto Oscuro, Itallian for Shadowy Place, because of the trees surrounding it, if you wanted to know.) is haunted, and not only that, but are beginning to say that I'm possessed or something, and calling me Ghost Girl. It's realy beginning to get on my nerves.
Thursday 25th June Thank goodness for the school holidays! They started today, so no more Ghost Girl! Whoopee!!! I'm going to make a vow that I'll investigate the noise tonight