9:30am and the roads were surprisingly clear, I managed to drive almost straight to the store with no stopping in traffic and find a parking spot right near the front entrance of the store, perfect!
I grabbed what Troy asked for, a few extra packets of candy for me and drove back home again on the busier roads. I tried to take the longer route back to try and waste some time because I had only been out for about 30 minutes and I didn't want to be alone in the apartment again but there is only so much time you can spend driving round the block, and the fuel tank was starting to run on empty so I had to park back in the drive outside the house. As I reversed the red convertible into the paved drive I noticed a small pile of fur lying in the road, the opposite side to which I had driven in on. I parked up the car and went over to check it out, I didn't think I was going to find a dead rabbit lying there as we live in a big built up area with not much space for them to live so I prepared myself for the worst and of course, I was right. It was Kat. Her small body was still warm so she couldn't of been hit that long ago but the strange thing was she had no broken bones from what I could tell and she wasn't bleeding at all. I checked her eyes and noticed they were back to the brilliant green they were once before, at the time I probably should of noticed the way in which she was lying. It almost looked as if she was positioned, she was staring straight at the front door to mine and Troy's apartment, I was too upset to notice this factor though and completely bypassed it as I picked her up gently and took her round to the back yard, burying her under her favourite fruit tree where she liked to spend most of her summer days.
The shock of Kat was getting to me, I put the milk away in the fridge and promptly burst into uncontrollable tears, breaking down on the kitchen tiles and just sitting in the middle hugging my knees to my chest. I was scared, No denying it. The back of my hand came in handy to wipe the water from my face, I managed to stand up after 10 minutes or so and looked in a mirror. I was a state, my eyes were red and swollen, my lips were dry and my skin was very blotchy. A shower, I decided, would be a good distraction for me. I padded my way down the hallway and turned left into the en suite Troy had built for me, I turned the shower on and almost immediately the small room filled with warm, comforting steam. The water was so lovely I spent about half an hour just standing under the shower head, letting it run down my body until I heard a rustle at the door. I quickly turned the shower off so I could hear it properly and grabbed a towel in the process, making sure I had locked the door. I yelled out "WHO IS IT?". No reply. I did the same again, this time getting a muffled answer. Slowly and carefully I turned the lock, pulled the door open a tiny bit and peeked round the corner. It was Troy, he started explaining to me how he didn't reply to me the first time because he was too busy drinking a glass of milk but I soon interrupted him "Hold on two seconds, I'm just going to put my clothes back on because as you have probably noticed I'm standing here in only a towel" He nodded obediently and I scooted back into the bathroom, I put my underwear on and was about to pull my t shirt over my head but noticed 3 prominent scratch marks going across my chest. There was no way I could've done this and the water wasn't that hot as to burn me so how? I pulled on my sweat pants and rushed back out to see Troy, asking him what he thought of the marks but all I got back from him was an unsettling confused look and him saying that he couldn't see anything. I looked at my chest again and I could see them, clear as day! So why couldn't he? I decided I was fighting a losing battle with sanity so told him about the weird events that happened earlier that morning. I finished explaining and waited for his reaction, all I got was a stunned silence, I guess he was scared too.
END OF DIARY.
Troy stayed with her for the rest of the day, he was meant to go back to the studios but insisted he stayed with her. They heard a loud crash in the kitchen which woke both of them up, It was pitch black. Neither of them could see anything, It was past 8pm and the power was out once again.
Troy got up to investigate the sound from the kitchen when the radio suddenly came on, blaring out heavy music so nothing could be heard. Troy reached the radio and managed to turn it off, as he turned the volume dial down the lights suddenly came back on, but then went off again. The flicking got faster and became more like strobe lighting, Sharpay could see Troy moving but only in sequences. The house was silent again but the strobe lighting carried on. She was listening for anything out of the ordinary. Troy stayed in the kitchen, looking for the source of the crash but couldn't find anything. While Sharpay was sitting on the sofa she heard something unexplainable. The lights stopped flashing and stayed on just long enough for her to see Troy lying in a pool of blood in the kitchen, after that the lights blacked out and everything was quiet. She couldn't do anything but sit on the sofa and wait for the lights to turn back on. She heard the same noise that panicked her previously, This time in front of her. She was contemplating moving but before she could she found herself squirming on the floor, blood all around her. She tried moving out of the way but was kicked, Kicked so hard that her ribs cracked and was left with multiple bruises across her body. We have tried to identify these bruises as they are not normal, but the only thing we can relate them to is hooves. As if a horse has kicked her but smaller, much smaller and a lot of them. We are trying our best to find whoever or whatever did this but as always there is no guarantee. Families and couple from the same neighbourhood should be warned of this and informed of the goings on but for now, We are advising nobody to leave their home unnecessarily.
The police have gained this information from the post-mortem of the two bodies of Miss Sharpay Evans and Mr Troy Bolton and from Miss Evans diary that was found. No other evidence has been linked to these murders.