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M.J
11th Sept. 2024
Dear Diary,
Nah bro- WHAT.THE.FUCK. Randy's missing. Yeah, you heard me. Randy. My classmate. Ayla's best friend. And honestly, either everything's gone completely insane, or this is just some twisted dream I can't wake up from. Like, what the actual fuck is going on? You know what's even worse? No one seems to care. Like, seriously. No one's on the suspect list, not a single person. How does that even happen? Someone just vanishes, and everyone's acting like it's no big deal, like it's just another day. It's so messed up, it's making me sick.
And the cops? Don't even get me started. They're treating this whole thing like it's nothing, like she's just gonna pop back up out of nowhere. I mean, come on! Randy doesn't just disappear for no reason! It's not like she's the type to run off and hide somewhere. She's always around, always with Ayla, and now she's just gone? And everyone's fine with that? I swear, it's like I'm the only one who actually realizes how insane this is.
I keep thinking maybe I missed something, you know? Like maybe there's some clue or hint that I just didn't notice. But no, everything's just as it was before she went missing. It's driving me nuts! And Ayla? She's acting all weird too, like she knows something but won't say a word. What the heck is up with that? They were best friends! Shouldn't she be freaking out more? Shouldn't someone be looking into this harder?
It's like everyone's just forgotten about Randy, and I'm the only one who remembers she existed. I've been trying to talk to people, ask questions, but no one's listening to me. They just brush me off, like I'm some kid who doesn't understand what's happening. But I do understand. Something's wrong. Something's seriously wrong, and I can feel it.
I've been replaying everything in my head, every conversation, every detail. But nothing makes sense. How does someone just vanish without leaving a single trace? It's like she just evaporated, poof, gone. And I can't stop thinking about it. It's all I can think about. Every time I close my eyes, I see her face, and I wonder where she is. Is she okay? Is she scared? Or worse….I don't want to think about that, but it's hard not to. What if something happened to her? What if she's hurt, or trapped somewhere, and no one's even trying to find her? It's like everyone's just waiting for her to come back on her own, but what if she can't? What if she needs help, and no one's doing anything?
I keep checking my phone, hoping for some news, some update, but there's nothing. It's like the world's just moving on without her, and I can't stand it. I don't know what to do anymore. I feel so helpless, so frustrated. I want to do something, anything, but no one's giving me any answers. It's like I'm screaming into a void and no one's hearing me.
And the worst part? I have this feeling, deep down in my gut, that we're running out of time. Like if we don't find her soon, something terrible is going to happen. Or maybe it already has.
How dumb are these cops, seriously? Like, how can they not figure this out? It's right in front of their faces! This whole thing with Randy has to be connected to Hershey's case. There's no way it's just some random thing. It HAS to be. I mean, Randy wasn't just some nobody. She wore glasses, hung around with Ayla all the time. Everyone knew her. She was cool, super chill from the few times we talked. She didn't seem like the type to just disappear out of nowhere.
And guess what? The last person to hear from her was Ayla! They were literally hanging out that night, like, how is that not suspicious? How are they not asking more questions? It's so obvious. I swear, if I was running this investigation, I'd have cracked it by now. But nope, here we are, with no answers, and it's driving me insane! It's like they're not even trying.
And Dear Diary, you know what? This whole thing is giving me such a crazy rush, like adrenaline is just racing through me! I've never felt anything like this before. It's like this wild thrill, solving something that could actually help people. And who knows, maybe it'll even bring some kind of honour to my name. I don't even know why I'm so hooked on it, but I have to figure it out. There's this drive inside me that I've never felt before. It's kinda nuts, because honestly, up until now, I've never wanted anything this much. I can't even remember a time when I felt like this—like I actually had a purpose, like I'm meant to do something big.
So that's why I texted Ayla. For more details, you know? She's the last one who saw Randy, so she has to know something. And guess what? Ayla told me they were just having fun that night. Just a normal hangout, right? They ended up on Omegle, talking to strangers like we all do when we're bored. And they were even playing with a Ouija board! Like what the fuck??
That's when it hit me—wait... what if something supernatural happened? What if this isn't just about someone going missing? What if this Ouija board thing actually did something? What if it opened something? Like, what if this whole thing is bigger than we thought?
Ouija board? Could that actually have something to do with Randy disappearing? Like, what if they accidentally invited a spirit into this world and forgot to send it back? People play with that thing as a joke, but what if it actually worked? It's not like I haven't heard stories about freaky stuff happening with Ouija boards.
Dear diary, I know my theories sound totally messed up, but what if it's true? What if Hershey had something done to her, something dark, something that made her the way she is now? And what if that thing isn't gone at all, but still stuck here, wandering around, mad and... hungry.
Ah, maybe I'm just overthinking all of this, but do you wanna know the real creepy details Ayla shared with me? Randy disappeared on her way home, and she was walking alone. Everyone keeps saying how dumb it is for a girl to walk home by herself at night, like seriously? Victim blaming at its finest. It was only 10 p.m.! People love blaming the victims until they become one themselves, huh?
But here's the part that's seriously fucked up—there were no cameras in that alley. None. Not a single damn camera in a time when we have them everywhere. Coincidence? I think not. Alone, in a dark alley, with no one around. Well, no one human at least.
I thought of reading more details, I mean, Ayla's entry. I know I shouldn't do it, I mean, we made a pact after all. But I am really curious. Ah yes, now guess what? She's locked it. Kept on a password. Okay, I think she's probably devastated by the loss of Randy. And she'd directly tell me details about their last encounter if I ask anyway, so I guess it's alright.
I needed more details. Okay, so get this. Ayla hits up to me, right? And guess what she tells me? She says that after they stopped messing around with the Ouija board, Randy started feeling super sick, nauseous—like, out of nowhere! She was totally fine before, and then bam! She's all pale and queasy. Like, really? You think that's just a coincidence? I don't think so. No fucking way.
Dear Diary, I'm getting these really eerie vibes from this whole case. Like, it's so weird and creepy. The thing is, right after Randy left Ayla's house, there was this power outage that lasted for ten whole minutes! Just think about it—anything could've happened in those ten minutes! I can't stop wondering what went down during that time. It makes me feel all tingly and excited, like I'm on the edge of discovering something big.
To satisfy my curiosity and, honestly, to quench this weird thirst for information, I decided to do some research about spirits that hunt teenagers. I know, it sounds super corny, but hear me out. I found this wild case from 34 years ago involving a group of teenagers who went to the same high school as us. They all ended up dead one by one, and the craziest part? No one knows what happened or why it even happened! Isn't that just mind-blowing?
So, dear diary, what if this… whatever the fuck is going on right now is somehow connected to that 1989 case? I know I probably shouldn't feel this way, but it's so fucking thrilling— as if a mystery novel coming to life! The rush I feel is so addicting, and I can't help but be fascinated by it. If I'm right about this, then there must be some kind of pattern to these disappearances and killings.
In the 1989 case, nobody was actually missing, but every single dead body was found. And here's the kicker: they all had injuries from heavy objects or head trauma, like their heads being banged against something over and over again. No fucking way.
Dear Diary. Hershey died in the same way… and now I can't help but think all of this has to be corelated somehow. If that's true, it means the pattern of killings could repeat. It's like a puzzle I need to solve, only I could solve, that I HAVE to solve, and I feel this crazy urgency to figure it all out. But here's the problem: I need to dig into the pattern of the 1989 case, but the internet is being super annoying. I only found two articles about it, and guess what? Only one of them is even worth reading.
To access the confidential files, I need someone who can hook me up with them. Who? Ayla, of course. She's probably got the skills to dig deep into the web and uncover stuff no one else can. Files that aren't just sitting there for everyone to see. Maybe she can help me figure out more about the other victims, too. After all, she's the one who first told me about this whole thing—the bathroom, the locked stall, everything. She's gotta know something, or at least know how to find it. I'll ask her. She'll help. She has to.
And yeah, I think I'll put a password on my files too, just like Ayla. It sounds super cool and makes me feel all secret-agent-y or something. Plus, it's like my own little vault where I can keep all my important stuff safe. Who knows? Maybe one day I'll uncover some big mystery, and I'll need to protect my notes like a real detective- Gotta stay one step ahead, right?