If you've read every single book from every author there has been and you find yourself bored with nothing special about your life, then I recommend you to visit the library of James Candle in my neighborhood. At the first glance, it may look like a just another of its kind but that's where it gets you.
The library is anything but normal; once you step inside, you will get to know. The shelves are filled with journals and diaries of common people; let me add just on more adjective to it… diaries of dead people. For some, a year's worth of events and for some, a decade put on paper in a number of volumes. But one thing you can find in every single on them is a life lived once.
You get Goosebumps as you go from one page to another with having just two things in mind, that his person is no longer in this world and that you are flipping through the utmost secrets of his life. Sometimes, hidden in a diary you can find a love letter, photographs or even a suicide note. It's like watching his life pass by. Just like the diary of Anne frank or a biography of any famous person is a sensation for its accounts on the real events that took place. This library contains hundreds of such stories.
What lies completely on your fate is that you may or may not get a good one as there will be no reviews to look up for. In such case, you may end up with the journal of a person whose writing skills were bad, or there will be nothing special for you read about. However, you may get a person who was suffering from a terminal disease, which is considered a gem because of the pain and emotions poured in by someone whose days were numbered are exceptionally touching for the readers.
Now, as you've read about this place, owned by James Candle, who is also a psychologist, you may think of this place as insensitive to the privacy of the deceased. Then, you will be shocked to know that the family of the deceased receives a hefty sum of money for these diaries and that the readers also pay for the membership, a whopping 50 dollars a month.
People line up to rent the diary of a rape victim, an aspiring baseball player died in his prime or even a murder suspect. It has in fact became a guilty pleasure for some. So, tell us… do you keep a journal as well?
And if you do, then would you be okay if someone read your diary after you die?