Trembling fingers, frozen toes, fear, confusion, lonliness, exclusion.
Mainly the fear. I can't even comprehend how... odd this has been. Someone writing in the notebook, meaning they have been right next to me, in my room, and more importantly they're keeping a log. Well so far I only know of a "Log 4" for all I know there could be three others, or even more, into the thousands maybe. I can't even understand what they are saying and I have even more of a less of a clue as to who has been writing them. It could be some creepy ninja that comes into my room. The only thing I'm a hundred percent certain of is that the 'log' wasn't there last time I wrote which means someone has come into my room very recently and I was oblivious to it. Sort of, wait, let me rephrase that: very creepy.
That feeling that someone is watching me is still existent and has become even stronger, I can just feel it pumping through my veins like my blood.
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Remembering Hope Findlay
Mystery / Thriller"Hunted, hunting and almost gone." Hope, a natural hearted teenager. That's where it stops. What would you do if you couldn't remember anything from your life? What would you do if you didn't even know you had a name or what you were doing in hospi...
