I immediately went home out of fear.
"Who is that woman?" "Why is she looking at me?"
I can't understand why this is happening to me. That's right, it started when I found and read the diary. But I threw that away.
"Kit? You're early today?" I didn't realize that I had arrived at our house.
"Nothing, Mom. The class ended early." Before I could enter, my mother said something that surprised me.
"I saw a notebook on your bed. Whose is it? I know it's not yours because it's written differently. I only saw it when I put your clothes on your cabinet. It's old and black so I was surprised."
I immediately ran to my room. "Impossible."
On my bed was the diary I had thrown away. I went a little closer and checked it out.
"How did it get here?"
Suddenly, a knock on my cabinet made me jump. Tok! Tok!
Don't go near that. My mind screamed. But it was as if my foot had a mind of its own that spontaneously approached the cabinet and opened it.
Empty. I feel relief and would have turned my attention to the diary but...
Looking to my left, a pair of red eyes greeted me. My heartbeat quickened. I wanted to shout but no voice came out of my mouth.
The demon stared at me deeply as if examining me, accompanied by a frightening smile. I want to run but I can't move. I struggle. He saw my fear so he started laughing. The laughter of a demon.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
His laugh was frightening as if he was planning something. I closed my eyes. I could no longer look into his red eyes.
As I opened my eyes, I saw my mother with a worried look.
"My God, what's wrong with you, son?" She was restless.
I examine the surroundings and myself. There I saw the position of my body on the bed. It looks like a position of a dead person in a coffin. And on my chest, I held the diary.
"Kit, son, isn't there something you're not telling me? Huh?" Mom held me by the shoulder. "Your eyes are fixed while holding that notebook. You're whispering and laughing devilishly."
I couldn't answer because I also didn't know what was happening to me.
I only know one thing, I need to know what's the whereabouts of this diary.