"When did that book made?" the boy interrupted.
"As I said earlier, it was made during that time, but the book itself was somewhat hidden inside the wooden box for, I think hundreds of years." The old woman answer.
"How? It might be just a fake?" the boy ask in confuse. "You know? Maybe they made it like just a hundred years old looking..."
"I thought that so, too. That's why I search for the owner" The old woman admiringly answer while she gently rub the page of the diary, then she look to the boy slowly. "And I think, I already found it" and she smiles joyfully.
"Y-you found the owner? Where is she? Or maybe h-he's a 'he'?... Well whatever, just tell me!" The boy answer in stutter and excitement.
"I cannot tell you that" The old woman laugh. "For it was only found if you know all the contents of this diary"
"What do you mean? Like it was summoned?" The boy guess. "..."
"So, That's why you've been searching for the likes?" The boy guessed to seek the right assumption, while waiting for the old woman to answer.
"Yes" The response of the old woman that gave the boy to be more determined to continue the reading.
"..." The silence elope the whole room, no one in that room made a noise as for the boy who is irritated to the silence start stomping the tip of his right foot continuously. He was pressured. He knows that's the only way. He must listen, since the old woman doesn't like him to touch the diary.
The boy rub his hair roughly in pressure then answer. "Aaaarrgghh... Fine, have it your way"
"That's a good choice, young man... You finally given up HAHAHA" The old woman laughs that looks like she won a battle.
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________________Dedicated to:_______________
--------------------------------Carrie---------------------------------
I am still staring at it. What? How? Why?. I was confuse but I am excited as well. I can tell, since may heart is racing with joy. I nervously flip the next page and a two words was written that really gave me more determination to continue...
"Read me"
-R.M.
"R.M.? Read me?" I mummered. But I was confuse. Maybe this diary is just a fraud. If this thing was a hundred years old, how did it know my name? Someone was fooling me. I close the diary, then thinks that maybe one of my cousins picking a fool of me.
But no one go to this cabin until now and I think no one ever go here. Since this place is out of the city and there's no electricity, water pumps or internet connectivity. This place is totally isolated from the modern world.
I flip the diary open again to the fifth page, where the entry logs started. I take a deep breath, close my eyes and open it again, then I started reading it...
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07/09
Dear Diary,
I appreciated your company, though you're not alive nor can talk to me. But I know you are the right answer to my problem. First, let me introduce my self, my name starts at R and ends with M, you can call me 'R'. I am 17 years old and I live away from the city.
I have a dream, a nightmare perhaps, but I don't seem to remember it. I know there's something odd. I felt it inside that this is not just a dream it was really happening. I swore to my self, that if this happened again I will write it to you immediately before I forgotten it. This is why I brought you in the first place.
07/10
Dear Diary,
I remember, no. It was actually happening right now, No. It already happened just moments ago, because I have the feeling of it, something happened that I forgot. Something happened that I need not to forgot...
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"Who are you?"
No
"Who am I?"
No!
"What am I?"
Yes!
What am I? What I am doing? What?
"R?"
What?
Who is it?
"R?"
What?
"R?". The voice became more clearly and the sound of the rain became louder.
"What?" R ask.
"What do you mean of 'what'?" the girl ask.
"I mean, Why are you calling me?" R ask in confusion.
"h-huh?" The girl response annoyingly. "What kind of question is that? Can't you see its raining? Are you blind? You don't even have any umbrella and you are just standing here in the middle of the road. You might get sick, you fool" The girl lectured him as she offering her extra folded umbrella to him.
"O-oh you're right, im sorry... I forgot". R' apologizes blankly.
"Well, that doesn't matter anymore..." The girl forgives because she know that this guy is somewhat timid, but something bothers her so she ask. "Who are you talking to?". While looking to his side and farther away in the road, that whoever he was talking to, walk away from here.
"What do you mean?" R' ask in confusion. "I'm the only one here."
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