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Date Posted: 16:55:04 03/14/02 Thu
Author: Anonymous
Subject: Dear Dead Diary

I, Dennis Spielman, never really cared about other people's diaries or journals - but this one diary was
different. It was written by a ghost.



I have found something truly disturbing, yet it's kind of cool. I, Dennis Spielman, never really
cared about other people's diaries or journals - but this one diary was different. One day I got so bored
I decided to check out my house's attic. Why? Because I had beaten all my video games, seen
everything on the web, and didn't feel like doing housework or working on my web site.

The only way to get to my attic was through the upstairs bathroom. I moved the bathroom chair
underneath the entryway and lifted the cover off. Then somehow I managed to climb inside and up into
the attic.

Once inside, I checked to see if I was hurt. I was fine. I looked around the attic and you know
what I saw? Not a bloody thing! No money, no junk, nothing. I walked down to the other end to see if
there was something over there. I didn't notice it at first, but I saw something pink that was being
covered by insulation.

Quickly, I moved away the insulation and found a little pink notebook. Curious, I opened it up and
read the notebook. It turned out to be a diary written by a girl. However, she was a ghost. I have
included the only entries found in the diary below.

February 11, 1984:
Today I walked though my very first wall! It was kind of creepy because I got stuck halfway, but I
made it out. I'm still learning how to be a ghost. It's kind of hard, but I should get used to everything
soon. Tomorrow I plan to go out and scare someone. Well, I'm having a hard time holding this pen as I
write so good night, diary.
February 12, 1984:
The sound of a little child screaming is such a wonderful sound. I figured it would be best to start with
something. Oh, diary let me tell you in details what happened.

It was late at night as I entered the house. I got stuck in the door again, please don't tell
anyone that diary. Anyway, I went up stairs to a little kid's room. The little girl was about five- or
six-years-old. Whatever it was I wasn't sure and I don't feel like playing some trivia game with her age
as the question. In the little girl's arms she held a brown teddy bear. Kind of sweet, don't you think?

I took the teddy bear out from girl's arms and sat it on the floor. I hid in the closet and made a
loud noise to wake the little girl. She woke up, picked up her teddy bear, and went back to bed. I was
a bit disappointed that she didn't scream for her mommy, but I was far from finished with her.

I took the bear away again, but this time I put it on the dresser. I hid under her bed and shook it
really hard. She woke up again, a bit confused this time, but she grabbed her precious bear and went
back to sleep. Not once did she cry.

Now I planned to do something really vile. First, I unplugged her nightlight. Then I took the teddy
bear and ripped its head off. She woke up at the sound. I stayed with bear as she got up and turned
on her bedroom light. She saw me with the decapitated bear and screamed so loud that you thought
she was trying to raise the dead (pun intended).

I quickly left though her bedroom wall to the outside before anyone came. I felt really excited
after that. I'll have to do something like that tomorrow because the sun is starting to rise now and
people don't get scared easily during daylight hours.
February 13, 1984:
Well, it looks like I was totally wrong about humans being scared during daylight. Since I lived in an old
house, two teenaged boys decided it would be fun to skip school and check my place out - bad idea.
I was watching Passions (yes diary, ghosts can watch TV) when they entered. Eventually, they
found me watching the tube. I waved to them, flew in the air, and asked them, "Would you boys like to
watch some TV? 'Cause I'm just dying to get to know you better."

Gosh, diary did they scream like girls. It was so funny I couldn't help but laugh right in front of
them. They ran away from me like a mouse running away from a cat. You should have seen the terror
and fear in their faces. I bet they're telling everyone just how brave they were when they saw a ghost.

Oops, Passions is back on now. I'll write later.

Later: Ouch, I had no idea what just happened to me tonight could happen. I went to a random
house near by. As I went though the front door, a big dog with sharp teeth jumped on the door and
tried to bite me! I let out a tiny scream and moved back. Did dogs have some sort of special sensory
when it came to ghosts? I my guess would have been yes.

I was still upset over the dog thing as I went to another house not far away. The owners had no
dog, which was good. I hate dogs of all shapes and sizes. I was angry so I just broke some things and
opened a window to make the owners think that someone broke in. As I left I felt in a much better
mood.

Oh, who am I kidding dairy? I'm so lonely. I wish I could be with my boyfriend, but I died and he's
still alive. Well, tomorrow is Valentines Day so I might just pay him a visit and maybe scare him. Oh, I
can't wait until tomorrow night! I'm too exited, yet I'm feeling a bit weak. I'll write some other time
diary.
February 14, 1984:
Today is Valentines Day! Or should I say Night? Oh, who cares! I went to by boyfriend's house.
However, something was odd. There were flowers in vases all over the house. I flew up to my love's
room, but he was not there. How could it be? Did he find someone else and was spending the night
with her? How dare he do such a thing so soon!

Then I heard a voice from behind me shout, "Hey, foxily lady."
I turned around and to my surprise I saw my boyfriend - as a ghost! I guess all those flowers
were around the house because he died. How cool is that? Well, I guess it is kind of sad if you think
about it because his parents did love him.

Well, my love is nagging me to teach him how to go though walls. I'll write someday soon diary! If
not, it's because I'm having fun haunting with my love.

The End
That was all that was written in the diary I found in my attic. I'm not sure if it was real or just
someone's idea of a sick joke. Oh, well. I guess you shall never know.

The End

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