Source: Creepypasta
Diaries

Have you ever written in a diary? What are you guys writing there? Daily activities? Outpouring? Or maybe someone you like? Just like you I also write like that in my diary, but mostly it is activities and things that are fun or make me happy every day.

My name is Nathan, I'm seven years old, I went to an elementary school, and I'm in second grade. I don't really like crowds, let alone playing with a neighbor's kid. Therefore, I prefer to play in the park at night. This cold and quiet atmosphere made me very comfortable. Oh yes, I also do not like to play too much, such as swings, slides, and others. I just filled my diary in there and sometimes had a little fun with some people around the park.

Because my habits like this are not uncommon some children of the same age away from me and not infrequently there are those who give strange nicknames, such as strange children, crazy people, moonlight humans, anti-sun children, et cetera. But I don't care how they call me.

I have a friend named Rendy, he's the only one who wants to be friends with me. He was very friendly to everyone including me. In fact, he would accept me being labeled as a weird kid, a crazy person, and so on. Our closeness provoked opposition especially from Rendy's friends.

Every day some of them threatened me to stay away from Rendy.

"Hey, Strange Child, stay away from Rendy! or we'll make you regret having been born" Regi said.

"True, we don't want Rendy to be as weird as you," Fais said.

"Take a look if you're still approaching him" said Adi.

That's what I face every day. However, I am not afraid of their threats at all.

One day, Regi, Fais, and Adi begin to stop attending school. No one knows their whereabouts. In fact, their families did not know until a week later they were found in three different places. The condition of their bodies was the same, which had been skinned and full of pinpoint stabs and nails all over their bodies. One by one my classmates died like them and in the same condition. This raises concerns for the population. In fact, the school also told us to go home in groups and accompanied by a teacher. My entire class was overshadowed by the fear of death. However, it was not like me who always remained calm. If death had come to me, I would have accepted it.

Today we learned Indonesian and we were told to write a short story, then read it in front of the class.

The teacher began to call one by one the students to read their short stories. While waiting I tried to enjoy it while the others read their short stories. The stories they do are not so bad. It is my turn to read the story.

In a warehouse in the forest

I kept some of my friends there

I sometimes want to play with them

I shut their mouths so they wouldn't be noisy

Then I started skinning their bodies

After that, I stuck a lot of needles and nails all over their bodies

Then sprinkle their meat with salt and orange juice

I left them like that until they died

I could only laugh at those who were tormented

After they die, I'll dump their bodies in a different place

Finished

The whole class was terrified to hear my story, and then my teacher started to make comments.

"You wrote it based on the deaths of your friends, right? That's not very good, as if you consider their deaths as entertainment" he commented.

"I think Mom misunderstood me, I just poured out what was in my diary" I said.