Horror And Mystery Stories
damned diary

The atmosphere this afternoon was very bright. It seems that all students are making the best use of rest time. Maybe so that by the time the next lesson begins they will not feel tense. Many students passed by in front of my class freely. But not with me.

Just because when I first got in trouble, I had to stand in front of the class until school time. And after this punishment was over, there was still one more punishment that uploaded me. And that punishment is, cleaning the schoolyard. Really sucks. That problem wasn't my fault.

“Lucy, sorry yes.” Rani while looking at me. “We are friends. Want to keep sinking?” he tugged at my hand.

“Temen sih. But if you get punished do not jump dong!” ketus.

“Iya-iya. Sorry deh.” Rani kept looking at me with a face like she was going to cry to make me feel sorry. My best friend knows how to stop getting angry at her.

When the school was quiet, Rani and I were still sweeping in the schoolyard. The clock in my hand showed me at half-time. But the trash in the yard hasn't run out either. Huh! Really troublesome.

“Hore! Finally our work is done too.” I said with great pleasure after seeing that the page we had cleaned up had been clean.

“Oh, yes Lucy. I have to go home first, Nich. Half an hour later I have English. You don't papa if you have to throw away your own garbage?” ask Rani.

“Hm... how ya?” I thought for a moment. “Ya has already. No papa.” I said with a faint smile.

“Ok. That's what I am first!” Rani leaves after picking up her bag in class.

Actually, carrying this trash can alone will definitely feel heavy. But since Rani helps me a lot, so I'll take this in return.

I'm pinning the place to the container. Because the container is a little high, I have to lift the trash can so I can remove the contents. Really heavy. My arm is hurting. After the trash bin was empty, I immediately stepped my foot to go to class. But after a few times, I stopped my steps. Now my eyes are on a blue book near the container. I put down the trash I brought and picked up the book.

“This diary?” ask me while opening one by one the sheets of the book. It looks like this book has been thrown out. I saw the red text written in the book. I was so hard to read that, but I still couldn't. Tita used very thin has also worn off like exposed to water.

“Yes geez. It's like this hour!” I cried after glancing at my watch which had shown at 02:05. I put the book back in its place and reached for the trash and ran to class.

After locking the class, I hurried off from school. But when I got to the gate, my steps stopped. I remember the diary I found. Suddenly a strange feeling approached me. I really wanted to take it and bring it home. But all I know is that the diary has been shabby and wasted.

Without a second thought I immediately ran towards the container. Although I had felt tired since then, I still forced myself to run faster. When I arrived, I could no longer find the diary.

“Any. Did I put it here? Could anyone else have picked it up?” i wondered. I was trying to find that diary around where I put it.

I finally found it. I saw that diary was inside a trash can left by another class. Maybe someone else found it after I left and threw it away because he thought it was rubbish. If that's true, it's lucky the guy didn't take it.

This afternoon I sat down by the window. There were so many things I thought about that made my head feel dizzy. One of the things I think about is the Bahasa Indonesia task that will be collected tomorrow. But the main problem is not that. What makes my head dizzy is how do I do pr if the book is not there? It was also my fault for accidentally eliminating it.

“Oh, yes! His diary!” I cried after remembering the diary book, I took my bag to look for it as well as a pen that I will use to write down the experience I experienced today.

“Dear diary. 3 days ago I accidentally omitted my Indonesian book. How huh? Tomorrow I have a task to take. Where the teacher is fierce again. When I want to be punished again rich?

If I could, I would ask that Mr. Ahmad not come to teach tomorrow. Whatever the reason I want him to not be able to teach. And one more request. I want my book to meet as soon as possible.”

Even if I knew that writing a diary would not solve my problems, but at least I could feel a little calmer than before. You see, I can tell my problems even if only in diary books. It's still better than having to tell my mom. There will be something I get scolded.

Classes are so crowded today. It really is like a market. I saw my friends constantly pacing to approach his friend who was on the other bench. While I was still pounding while looking at the door for fear that Mr. Ahmad suddenly came and immediately checked his pr. I can't imagine any human being who will befall me today.

“Woi! How to fuck?” Rani screamed right in my ear to surprise me.

I looked at him annoyed. ”Ih, disturb people!” grumbling irritated. Suda early in the morning stress, again. How not to get more stress?

“Iya deh, I'm sorry.” He said after sitting next to me.

“Oh, yes. Where is Ahmad? How did it not look?” manya curious.

“You don't know?” Rani looked at me seriously.

“What?”

“Today Mr. Ahmad could not teach. He said it hurts again.”

I was stunned to hear Rani's reply. “Sick?” my inner. The feeling yesterday Mr. Ahmad can still teach in the next class. How does it hurt now? But nevermind. Doesn't that mean it's my lucky day? This way I won't be punished. I still have a week to find the book.

“Bosen nih. Main yuk!” bring Rani.

“Main what?”

“Pancasila there are five bases but wear slab.”

“Ok. Agree.” I opened my bag to pick up a notebook to get a piece of paper. But instead of getting a piece of paper, I got the thing I've been looking for all this time.

“This right?” I asked while staring at my Indonesian book which is now in my bag. But why is it here? Can't I find this book yet? Ah, this must be just a coincidence.

Every day I write about all the problems I have in this book. Whether it's fun or sad I still don't care. But after filling the diary sheets, I realized one thing, that after I wrote the request in this diary, then a few moments later my request must have been granted. Ever since I realized that, I kept writing all my requests in the diary. Because I'm sure that my request will be granted.

When I met her, my chest was always pounding. When I saw her smile, my heart felt flowery. When I heard her voice, my heart felt peace. She is the one who made my day beautiful because she has made me feel love.

In this place I can always let go of all my fatigue. When looking at the sky from the window of the room, it felt like all the fatigue was gone. Especially after I had that diary. It's great that all my requests get granted every day. It's just that this diary book sheet won't be able to grant all of my wishes that have this much hope. But I don't give a shit. Although the sheet of this book is only 3 sheets, but I will still write my request on this one.

Dear diary's. I hope he has the same feelings as me. If that's true, I'd love him to express his feelings to me. And when he says it, I hope I can also say that I like him too.”

May my hope this one be fulfilled as I had hoped before. But why do I feel unsure. Every time I write another wish, I always believe that my hope will be fulfilled. Why not now? Is it because I'm too nervous?

The next day my hope was fulfilled again. When I got home from school, Alex suddenly stopped me before I left the classroom. At first he looked at me doubtfully. Then suddenly he said he liked me. I really feel happy. Without hesitation I replied that I liked it too. But not as usual. Today I can say that very easily. Now I feel like this is the most beautiful day of my life. It's all thanks to that diary. I feel like I'm the luckiest person ever to have a diary.

With a light step I set foot towards the house. It all happened after Alex expressed his feelings for me.

I opened the door. Not as usual. Today the house looks so quiet. Though there are usually mothers who always relax while watching tv in the guest room. But why is it so quiet today?

I kept waiting at home. I saw the wall clock showing at 08:30 but no one came. Even the father who should have gone home from work has not come. Where are they really? Just make me worry.

Suddenly I heard the sound of a motor from outside followed by the sound of an open gate. Out of curiosity, I immediately ran out to see who was coming.

I saw my mother running in such a hurry. While outside there's a woman I don't know waiting for mom with her bike.

“Where's mom from? How's mom's face pale?” much worry.

Mom stopped her steps. His face was wet with tears flowing down. “Your father!” said mother in a tight voice. It seems like he has been crying for too long.

“What's with dad?” I'm getting panicked.

“Your father accident. Now he is critical.” She cried even harder and hugged me very tightly. “Mother will return to hospital.” Said mother after releasing her embrace. He took a picture of the family in the living room. After that, he ran out after his friend.

“I'm coming!” I screamed trying to stop Mom. He didn't hear me. The motor he was riding on was traveling very fast.

“Why can this happen?” I said as I continued to cry, I wanted my life to be saved. But how?

“I remember! That diary can definitely help me!” myrag. Without wasting any time I immediately ran to the room and picked up the diary. After that, I immediately wrote down a request that I want my father safe.

Suddenly the diary turned red. While the diary was still in my grasp, suddenly a red liquid soaked my hand. The color is similar to blood. I'm so scared. Without a second thought I threw the diary on the floor.

A wisp of smoke appeared in my room. For a long time the shape resembles a human being. It wasn't until 1 minute that the lump changed. And what surprised me was that the blob had now turned into the figure of a man I didn't know.

“S-who are you?” manya.

“I? I'm Virgo. I was the owner of this diary before you.” He answered while approaching me.

“K-why are you b-can there be d-here?”

“I will explain about this diary book to you.” He said that made me not understand. “I used to be just like you. Since this diary can grant all my requests, I continued to use it until the last sheet. When I wrote in the last sheet that I understood that this diary is not a diary that can only grant the request of the owner, but this diary also has a curse.” Obviously at length.

“K-curse?” I still don't understand.

“Iya, a curse for anyone who owns this diary, then that person will disappear from this world after filling the last sheet. But the man did not die, but was confined to this diary. In the diary there was a lot of torture. There you'll feel a lot of pain because you're still a human being. Then if you want to get out of that diary, then you have to find someone to replace you. In other words, the person will be the next victim. It's just that when you've made it out, your form is not as a human being, but as a spirit. That means you're dead. And now it's Lucy's turn. Just like the sheet left in that diary. The rest of your life is only 2 years away. Since every time you fill out a sheet of this diary, then that means you cut back the rest of your life by yourself.” Reciprocity.

“But I haven't filled out the last sheet.”

“That's the problem.” Virgo said as he picked up the diary book. “In this diary you just made a mistake.”

“Errors.”

“Yapc. The mistake was fatal. Because the error is the same as filling the last sheet of this diary.”

“What is my fault?”

“You have made a request that this diary cannot grant. That is, asking for this diary book to save someone's life. That means you're willing to exchange your life for the life of the person you want to save. But you can still cancel that request by burning this sheet. But the rest of your life will be reduced by half a year.”

“Then just give my life to my father!” I said while crying.

“A-what?” Virgo looked shocked after hearing my statement. “But in this diary there are still 1sheet more. You can still make better requests than you should give your life to someone else.” Virgo is trying to change my mind.

“Then what's in it for me? Isn't it the same? If I keep writing in this diary, it means I'm cutting back on the rest of my life. Then what difference does it make if I give my life to my father who has always taken care of me?” I said with great certainty.

“Are you sure?” Virgo is trying to make sure.

“Yes. I'm sure and absolutely sure.” Reply steady.

“Good. Then now hold my hand.” Virgo extended his hand. I held her cold hand. “Now I will include you in this diary. I guarantee your father will be safe.” Reciprocity.

A white light shone all around me. Suddenly my body felt lighter than before. I saw my body turn into dots of light that moved into the diary. The more I got into it, the diary sheet turned the same white the first time I found it. While all the things I wrote all this time just disappeared. It kept happening until my soul completely disappeared from this world.

4 Days later…

The diary is back in its place. Where Lucy found it, it was near the school container. Even though Lucy was locked up in the diary, but the curse will not stop. The diary was found again by someone else. Lucy who was confined in the diary was completely shocked after seeing the owner of the next diary. Because that man is Rani his own best friend. Now Lucy can only hope that Rani does not experience the same thing with him. Because he doesn't want to, someone else will be the next victim. Especially if it is someone he cares about very much.

~TAMAT~