If you are reading this, I am probably dead. This journal will only leave my possesion over my dead body. You might be thinking "What's the point of writing a journal if no one is ment to ever read it?" The answer to that question is fairly simple. I think a lot, constanly starring at nothing in particular, lost in my thoughts. It's much less unusual to see someone writing, so I've decided to put my thoughts here.

Tuesday, October 3

     My birthday is 10 days away, but I'm not looking forward to it. This year, my birthday is on Friday the 13. It doesn't really bother me. I don't think there's anything special about it, but everybody else that makes a big deal out of it gets kind of annoying. I don't see the point of triskaidekaphobia other than that it's a fun word to say. Being afraid of a number; weird.

Thursday, October 5

     According to scientific tests, everyone dreams. Well, if that's true, I seldom remember my dreams. The few dreams that I do remember are random, but somewhat logical. As an example, one time I dreamt that I was helping Robert Patterson hide from his fan in my church. Random. Logial-ish.

     Well anyways, I've been having this reoccurring dream. In the dream I'm in a  stereotypical abandoned mansion. I'm sitting in the middle of the floor. I took around the room. The walls painted black and the only light source is the moon and stars that are barely visible from the single window on the east wall. Huge bookshelves packed tight with various books cover the west wall. The north wall in front of me is completely bare, but the south wall  behind me has single door. I stand up to open the door, and then I wake up. Why I've been having this dream remains a total mystery to me.

Monday, October 9

      For some reason the dreams stopped the night that I wrote my last entry. Maybe I just needed to get the thoughts out of my head. Aside from the oddity of dreams, today at school we found out that we're going on a fieldtrip to a historcal landmark. It's an old mansion. Oh, I guess this is still related to the dream. The fieldtrip is on my birthday, so I hope it's interesting.

Tuesday, October 10

     I decided to  do some research on that mansion so I'll know what to expect this Friday. Appearantly it's rumored that someone was murdered there. I don't, but I guess it could be possible. I wonder if the teachers know about that or if they simply decided to keep that information to themselves. Either way, I'm not got going to tell anyone about it. They'd probably freak out.

Friday, October 13

     We're at the mansion now. The tour guide has an annoying voice, so I decided to write. It doesn't look anything like the mansion from my dream. Then again, I was only in that one room. How did I even know it was a mansion if I was only in one room? The tour guide just said that we can explore the second floor if we don't touch anything. This is my chance to try to find the room from my dream.

     Ok. I'm about to go into the last room. Either this will be the room from my dream, or that room is only exsistent in my mind. It's exactly the same except for the curtains on the window making it pitch black. I closed the door so no one will follow me in here and I'm using my phone as a flashlight. The bookshelves contain anything from out of date encyclopedias to The Chronicles of Narnia to poem books by Edgar Allan Poe. The curtains on the window are like, half an inch think. Maybe the caretakers don't want the books to have sun damage, This is getting boring. I should probably  take some pictures and get back to the group. The flash on my phone isn't working. It must've messed up the last time I dropped it. Oops. I probably should've thought to find the lightswitch in the first place. Light: On. Phone camera: On. Picture of the north wall; check. Picture of the south wall; check. Picture of the east wall; check. Picture of the west wall; not check. It's just a black screen. I must be going crazy. I guess I'll have to be like those people in movies and investigate. Or I could ignore it and go back to the group. Nah, I'm too curious.

There is a staircase behind the bookshelves. How in the world did I not notice that earlier?! Ok. I'm sitting at the bottom of the stairs but I have no clue what to do now. Strangely, I don't feel alone. I think I just saw something move in the distance. There has got to be somethinng, or someone, lurking in the shadows. There is no way I'm going in there without any form of protection. I hope nobody noticed I was missing. Upstairs with me!

A/N: I wrote this for school. Our prompt was "Something is lurking in the shadows. You can choose whether or not to reveal what it is to your readers." or something like that. Anyways, I came up with the first few paragraphs and then I started to come up with quite a few ideas. I almost forgot to add in the "lurking in the shadows" part. Yes, I know it has a horrible ending, but it's 2 sheets of notebook paper long (front and back) and I didn't feel like writing any more of it. I'm usually not a writer, but I really want to finish this story, and if I change/add a few things, it could become a fanfic making it elligable to be posted on this site. So, I want you guys' honest opinion. Should I make it into a fanfic? Does it seem like a good story? Should the main character (the owner of the journal) be a boy or a girl? Any constructive criticism? If it's horrible, tell me straight up. Whatever you say, no foul language (aka cussing) please.