Dear Reader
My daughter, Ashe, has been missing for over two months now. She disappeared a little over a week after her 14th birthday.
I only recently started going through and clearing out her things, however. You see, I wanted to give her a fairly large window of time to return.
I started by going through the things she had gotten on her birthday. I had come across the diary that one of her friends had given to her. Ashe had promised to write in it every chance she got, if not every day. So far, I have read only four entries. They are as follows.
Dear Reader,
Today, my fourteenth birthday, my best friend Kate gave me this diary. Well, reader, if you don't already know me, let me introduce myself. My name is Ashe Parker. I'm 5'4 and I have short black hair and bright blue eyes. My mom describes them as "crystalline"; I say that's silly. But most of the time, I'm invisible, even to my own small family of four, which consists of me, my brother, my mother, and my father. I have only three friends: Kate, Gabriella, and Ariana. The rest of the people at school either don't acknowledge me or they ridicule me. Uh, whatever. How about we talk about interests and hobbies? I like drawing, singing, writing, and playing the piano.
Hey, Reader, how about you tell be a little about yourself?
--Ashe
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A blank page follows, perhaps for the reader to respond.
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Dear Reader,
I noticed you didn't fill in the page. That's a shame, since I saw you reading my entry. I couldn't really tell who you were, either... Looks like I wasted a little time. Are you shy? Are you scared? Did you not want to admit to reading my diary? You do realize you could have stayed anonymous since the only other people in the house are about the same height. Whatever. It's fine if you don't want to tell me about yourself. I understand.
--Ashe
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This entry had frightened me a little. Of course, on the first day I had only skimmed the entry to see the kinds of things she would write. (I could have sworn it had said the typical "Dear Diary" introduction originally...) But she had watched me read it. The next entry didn't help me gather much information on what had happened that day or where she went. It still scared me.
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Dear Reader,
Today wasn't a good day. My friend Gabriella didn't talk to me at all today. And in last period, when one of the mean girls in class tripped me, she laughed at me. Ariana helped me up, but that's all she did on the matter. Kate was absent. Hopefully she's not as rude tomorrow. Hopefully the others will be nicer tomorrow...
--Ashe
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I need some fresh air. I'll be back in roughly five minutes.
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I'm back. Here's the next entry.
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Dear Reader,
I have a headache today. Kate was a bitch too today, and Ariana and Gabriella were worse. Why would they start being mean to me just after my birthday? HOW COULD THEY BETRAY ME LIKE THIS? HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS?! Yes, I'm TALKING TO YOU! You didn't reply after I saw you read my entry! YOU SHOULD HAVE REPLIED!!! You know what? Never mind. Let's just get back to the subject at hand. I didn't get much sleep last night. I had dreams of nothing but pure blackness and the sounds of screaming. I had woken up screaming myself and stayed up for another hour before falling asleep again.
The same dream occurred, but I didn't wake up screaming. I had sat up quickly, my heart pounding and... I smiled. I fell back asleep for a third and final time. When I woke up, I wasn't afraid. I had begun to laugh. Uncontrollably. Eerily. Maniacally. The thing that scares me now is that I remembered liking it. I HAD LAUGHED AT THE SOUNDS OF SCREAMING AND ENJOYED IT. I had felt like I wasn't even myself. Like I was someone else in the room, watching myself. Am I going crazy? Maybe. Ugh, whatever. I'm going to TRY to get some sleep tonight.
--Ashe
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Here's the next one. It focuses on the screams she heard in her dreams. And possibly outside of her dreams, as well...
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How Many Days Has It Been Without Sleep I Have No Idea But The ScReams ScaRe Me The ScReams ARe Nothing To WoRRy About OR Should I WoRRy They Keep Company They ARe My FRiends ARe They Not
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The next entry, I've just skimmed through so far.
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Dear Reader,
Have you ever thought about how weak and fragile you truly are? Or how oblivious you are to the twisted inner workings of someone very "near and dear to your heart"?
Most people forget that death is all around them, that it could happen at any time, that they could disappear at any moment. -ASHE
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I'm shivering. I don't like this. Well... Onto the next entry, I guess...
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Dear Reader.
Do you know why I write that? I've been watching you as you type what you read in my diary. I'm writing these last entries while you're outside.
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Dear Reader,
I'm in the room. Right behind you. I'm hiding. Don't look for me. Don't turn around. Don't fall asleep. Don't call the police. Don't even look in the mirror. IF YOU DO
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"IF YOU DO"? The writing stops there.
IF YOU DO
IF YOU DO
IF YOU DO
IF YOU DO
IF YOU DO
IF YOU DO
IF YOU DO
I can feel her eyes burning into the back of my neck. I'm not turning around. I'm not going to sleep. I think I know what to expect IF I DO.
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Day 1. What happens IF I DO helped keep me awake throughout this night, but I'm getting tired.
Day 2. I read online somewhere that if a person goes a certain amount of days without sleep, he or she begins to hallucinate. Not good news.
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Not sure if it's been a full day it's getting hard to keep thigns strttaight im my head .
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its been three or four days I think I havne'tt slept she is everywhere . Please heelp me e
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YOU DIIDNT'T HEPL !!!!
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Dear Reader,
I hope you can gather what's happened. You may not understand why, you may not even care. But by reading this, you know too much. You know my name, you have a basic description of what I look like, you know what I've done. But you know what? I think I'll share this story anyway.
However you come across this is how I will track you down. Whether it was sent to you via e-mail, Facebook messenger, text, whether you find someone reading it on YouTube, whether you find it on a Creepypasta website or some other page, that is how I will get your I.P. address, and in turn, your house address... I will find you. It will be too easy. But for now I have to clean up. There's blood all over the keyboard. Ugh, whatever. Goodbye for now, Reader.
-ASHE
Credited to Sees YoU
Originally uploaded on October 14, 2013
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