January 6th 1974: Entry #1

I don't really know what to write in this book. I guess I could start with my name. I'm Elaina and I was given this book to write in and fill up with things that happened in my day. I'm gonna be doing this for a full year, so sorry to whoever is actually going to have to read this whole thing. I was told by my "therapist" that this book would help me pick out what in my day was…..normal. I know that probably doesn't make much sense right now, but let me explain.

It all started when I was 14. My little sister, Vanessa, and my parents were all on a picnic at our nice secluded spot right at the peak of a sheer cliff in Hilmak park. These picnics were our family tradition. Every Friday was my only chance to actually get attention from my parents. Now I know you've probably all heard the whole "i'm the oldest, so I don't get any attention" thing before, but i'm serious. Most of the time I was straight up ignored by my old folks.

Okay, i'm done rambling. Time to get back to the story. Vanessa was talking up a storm, like always, while I was staying awkwardly silent. I was blowing my only chance for my parents' attention. It's just that I couldn't bring myself to say anything to the people that I hadn't extensively talked to all week. I looked for something to say, but every time I thought of something, I was stopped by Vanessa's bragging about how she won an award or something stupid like that.

"I got A+ on my science," I said after I finally decided to talk. Then I realized that my parents wouldn't care about such an achievement. They weren't scientists. They were artists. My mom was a painter and my dad was some famous singer back in the day.

"And why would we care?" Shouted Vanessa. "I dunno. I just thought you'd wanna know…" I whispered with a voice decreasing in volume as it spoke. "Well, we don't," explained Vanessa. I found it astounding that my parents weren't piping in. Was something wrong with them?

"You know what? What if I don't care about your achievements?! What if I don't care how you won an award for the billionth time?!" Something suddenly clicked in me and I began lashing out at my sister for the life she'd stolen away from me. As the intensity of the battle increased we both got up and began physically attacking one another. Could you blame me? She was being a real bitch.

So as you can expect, we continued to fight while my parents watched and said nothing. Then suddenly, something happened. A large stone came flying from out of the forest behind us. It hit Vanessa square in the head. She stood there, swaying, before finally falling to the ground accompanied by a loud thud. The now bloodstained stone flew straight into my hand afterwards.

It turns out that the rock actually hit Vanessa right in the temples. She had to go to the hospital for it. My parents were very angry with me because they blamed me for her injuries. They believed the rock flying into my hand meant that I somehow found a way to influence that rock to hit my sister. This was a ridiculous assumption. While I still couldn't explain how it happened and who threw the stone, I know I didn't do it.

When I turned 15 I had a strange dream. The dream started out with me in a forest. My vision was blurry and misty. I could only see in black and white. I saw an opening in the trees. There was a picnic table with a basket on it, but no one seemed to be eating there. Suddenly, a fully black humanoid figure began walking towards the table. The figure seemed to notice my presence and look my way. A shiver was sent down my spine. The way that "thing" just stared at me. I felt the need to protect myself. So I picked up a stone and threw it directly at the figure. The second the rock hit the humanoid thing, it dispersed into black smoke and the whole scene changed.

The rest of the dream came only in flashes. I can't remember much of what I saw. I remember seeing me with a book written in a language I didn't know. I also saw a dark room with four bodies laying on the floor, a somewhat ragged looking boy handcuffed to a pole and a man dying with a golden key in his hand.

It was only until after I woke up that I realized the first part of the dream was reflecting the events at the dreaded picnic. After seeing these things in my sleep, I kept having dreams that would reflect past events, but from a different point of view. When I told my parents, they thought I was quite strange. My parents believed it was a sign from the underworld that I was being "claimed." Whatever that meant. Did I mention my parents were complete lunatics? They always believed anything they heard. And since they hung out with strange people, they believed in pretty strange things.

ways, my parents set me up with many therapists to help get rid of my strange dreams. The therapists believe it's a strange mental disorder, but I know that I'm not crazy. I see things. Some of the events I've seen in dreams have actually come to pass exactly the way I dreamt them. Therapists tell me to keep a record of everything that happens in my day so that they'll know if my dreams are actually reflecting past events perfectly. I also need to keep a record on all of my dreams. So that brings us here. To my very first log in this book. I'm now 19 and i'm still having those dreams.

I've gotta get to bed. It's getting pretty late and I start my new job tomorrow at a place called Fredbear's Family Diner. If there's one thing i'm good at, it would be mechanical engineering. That's why I've been hired to update Fredbear, the animatronic animal, with some interesting new traits that could only be implemented by someone of my expertise.

Well this has been Elaina. Signing off.