By the way, I'm Kit, that's what my friends call me. I love to read and gather information on things that make me curious. I guess this is what I can call a pastime because I really like books.
No one knew even me, that this passion would become one of the reasons for my fear.
March third. That night I finally came home from our library because I was reading a book. Our librarian handed me the key to the room for safekeeping. She knew how much I wanted to read a book so she could do nothing but let me be. When I was looking for one of my favorite books, I came across a notebook; a notebook owned by a stranger and apparently, that was a diary.
Upon my curiosity, I found out it was indeed a diary. I read that notebook. I took the time to read it. Eventually, my hair stood on end at what I had read. As I read, there were three words written in red ink that shocked me. I immediately got up and went out of the library and ran home undoubtedly.