(MINOR CUSSING)

You can’t tell if your upstairs neighbor is genuinely a nice person or if they’re the devil incarnate. Especially when they never come out of the apartment. I’ve been at this apartment for a week already and my upstairs neighbor hasn’t come out of their apartment once. Hell, I don’t even know what gender they are. So today I decided to visit them. Great idea Rose, knock on the neighbor's door who never comes out of their home. When I reached the door I started regretting my decisions. The apartment was quiet, except for an ongoing white noise. I knocked, which echoed around me. The door opened by itself. I probably just made the door bounce. That’s what happened, yes. I walked in, the room feeling as if all the light was sucked out of it. On a leather black couch was a pink diary you could buy at a dollar store. I picked it up and decided it was ok if I took a little peek. I immediately regretted it.

Monday-June-13

This time I was so close to dying. I don't know what I was thinking. Making deals with *blood splatter*. Now I'm in the base, they're going to *blood splatter*me.

Tuesday-June-15

I'm starting to lose memory of my old life. I'm starting to regret making the deal with that psycho. There's another human-or at least part human for all I know- here. I'm starting to feel, different, less… human.

Wednesday-July-23

I will kill her. No matter what it takes. And nothing will stop me.

*blood covering rest of page*

Suddenly I didn't feel safe in that room. I didn't care if my neighbor was a psycho anymore. I had just read something I wasn't supposed to know. And as I walked out of the weird apartment I felt cold black eyes on me.