Prologue

THIS STORY IS FROM A DIARY OF A MISSING GIRL WE SHALL NO LONGER NAME. THE EVENTS OF HOW THE DIARY WAS FOUND IS UNCLEAR YET CONFIRMED TO BE FOLLOWED BY THREE BRUTAL MURDERS. THE VICTIMS WERE SAID TO BE THOSE WHO FOUND THE DIARY OF THE MISSING GIRL. NAMES, PLACES, AND EVENTS HAVE BEEN ALTERED SLIGHTLY TO PROTECT THE IDENTITY OF THE FAMILY MEMBERS, FRIENDS, WITNESSES AND THE STATE. THE MOTHER WAS THE SOLE PERSON WHO VEHEMENTLY DENIED THAT HER DAUGHTER WAS MISSING DESPITE ALL THE EVIDENCES PRESENTED. THE COURT COULD NOT HOLD ANYONE FOR TRIAL BECAUSE OF THE PRESENTED PROXY AND SAID SPEAKER OF THE MISSING GIRL. THE PROXY WAS ALSO A GIRL OF THE SAME AGE WITH THE MISSING DAUGHTER. NO RECORDS WERE FOUND OF WHERE SHE CAME FROM. EVENTS HAVE BEEN CONFIRMED TO BE A TRUE STORY. THIS HAS BEEN UNCOVERED BY A PERSON WE SHALL NO LONGER NAME AND HAS GONE MISSING ALSO. SEARCH RESCUES HAD BEEN LONG AGO ISSUED FOR THE TWO MISSING PERSONS BUT BOTH COULD NOT BE FOUND. THE CASE OF THE MISSING GIRL AND THE MYSTERIOUS BRUTAL EVENTS SURROUNDING IT REMAIN UNSOLVED TO THIS DAY.

Diary Entry # 1

Dear Diary,
My name was Lily. Yes, it is “was” and you’ll understand later why. I was a sophomore and very much tired of everything. I had really strict parents and a very annoying little brother. The salary of my parents was not that high but they still enrolled us into a very expensive school. I was always pressured because of that. I was fed up with everything around me.
You see, my very annoying little brother always had high grades and tons of friends. And for unknown reasons, I was the exact opposite. But everything changed when I met Alice.
It was a typical afternoon and I had a book report to make. I decided to look for a book in my little brother’s room. In there,

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Publication Date: 09-15-2012

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Dedication:
This is a short horror story I’ve originally made for the monthly issue of my school newspaper. I might get sued if I don’t say this so I thereby confirm that this book is only a work of fiction. I thank everyone who have read and gave his/her comment for this story. I would also never forget my sweet English teacher who always reminded me to pass my article for our Gazette.