STORY STARTER
Inspired by Kail Cleo
Create a story by writing multiple diary entries from your character (or multiple characters intertwined).
Try to make each entry build from the last to add to the storyline. If you switch perspective, make it clear that it's someone else's journal.
echoes of the forgotten
(horror based. Feedback much appreciated, maybe I'll make it longer?)
15/03/22
It’s move-in day! Dad got me this diary for my birthday and I guess it’s time to use it. He wrote, I quote, "_For my dearest daughter Avery, I love you very much_."
I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life : moving out from my parent’s place! No more rules or tip-toeing out of the house, lol.
It's time.
19/03/22
Well, I’m here.
It’s cozy now that all my stuff's unpacked. Though these stupid workers scratched my mirror as they were putting it down...
Change is hard but every time I struggle with it, I remind myself **why I left**.
No, I won't talk about it. I promised myself I'm leaving it all behind.
Besides, I *followed the rules.*
22/03/22
Okay, I need to talk about it.
Last night, I swear I saw something from the corner of my eye, but when I turned, nothing was there.
I've also been hearing strange noises.
Faint at first, like whispering in the walls, but growing louder. Closer.
Maybe I'm only imagining things. Like I said, I followed the rules— I did everything right. It has to be some sort of side effect, right?
It still haunts me and my therapist said it's a normal reaction to a traumatic event. Wrong term. It's supernatural, but no one believes me.
It all started on a cold winter Tuesday night with my high school friends: **Alex, Julie, Alina and Steve**.
I miss them deeply.
Alex, the genius, brought a Ouija board to our sleepover. I mean, who hasn't done that before? Anyways, we played with it in my old dusty basement. It was fun as we were controlling the planchette, talking to a nonexistent soul, though, sometimes it felt like it was actually moving by itself.
Then, the lights went out. I thought Alex went to the generator to turn the electricity off and scare us.
"Alex, come back, before a demon catches you," we laughed
And _he_ laughed too.
From a distance.
It wasn't his laugh. **Flat**. **Monotonous**. **Wrong**.
As the lights turned back on, we realized Alex wasn't in the room anymore. I tried calling him on my phone but it looked like I never had his contact in the first place— like he never existed.
I can't keep writing. This feels too real.
23/03/22
I moved the scratched mirror out of my bedroom.
Sometimes, I see a shadow watching me from inside.
Maybe the meds aren't working.
Maybe something's wrong with this place.
24/03/22
My therapist says journalling is a way to cope with my emotions.
Fine.
We searched for him the entire night. By morning, **the ouija board was gone**. But the wall besides me had something written on it— in blood.
Alina knew latin and read it aloud: "_Curse anyone who lets me out with the pain of grief and loosing oneself_"
For weeks, we've tried to find a logical reason to these events.
But then **Alina disappeared.**
Then **Julia**.
Then **Steve**.
No one noticed. **Not the police**, not even their** families**.
The entire world forgot them. Except me.
I'm grieving ghosts. Every evidence of their existence, gone, just like that.
I was desperate to not only prove them wrong, but get my friends back, so I did some research. I found this ancient book on a certain demon— one I can't name for my own safety. It all made sense. I knew how to get my friends back.
The ritual should've worked.
The last step was to leave the place where it all happened and forget about it. **I must forget.**
The whispers are **so loud** I haven't slept in days.
I want to **tear my ears off.**
28/03/22
It's not just the whispers now. I feel it watching me. It's hard to forget something when it's following you around like it's playing a game you never chose to participate in.
**Fuck the rules**.
If it won't leave me alone, then I'll finish what I started.
I miss them so much.
30/03/22
No medication can take the pain away.
I found the book again. I know what needs to be done.
31/03/22
It's happening tonight. I assembled everything I need : the **bodies**, the **candles**, the **book**. And most importantly, my **memory**. If I can't forget, I'll simply stop existing. A desperate trade: my life for theirs. I don't care if it takes my soul.
It's time.
05/08/28
Hey. I found this old diary in my room, next to a Ouija board, maybe it belonged to someone?
The only words written are "For my dearest daughter, Avery, I love you very much".
I wonder who Avery is. It sounds familiar.
Anyways, my name is Alex and I just moved in today with my friends Julie, Alina, and Steve.