You must be so confused. Don’t be scared my little bunnies. Answers will be given eventually. This is only the beginning. Slowly she will reveal everything. I will tell you a story of broken people beautiful people. Don’t you see? They’re still here. They sing and dance to the music. They’re perfect. They’re beautiful. She wears a mask. She has to hide who she is, but she hates it. She is so sorry about what she did to them, but there is nothing she can do. Remember this. I will come for you soon.

~ShadowMan

August 1st

I moved to a new place, hopefully, things will be better here. It’s pretty quiet though. I’m still kind of sad the last city didn’t work out. I thought a busy place would help cover up my tracks, but that failed miserably. I’ve gotten better at hiding, this time no one will find me. I fixed my mask. Now, I will resist the temptation to remove it. If I do, I won’t be able to escape in time. I had to burn my last diary so no one could figure out who I was. I was sad doing it. I’m not sure why. I guess I secretly hoped someone would read it and help me, maybe even be my friend. But no one is going to want to be my friend. But it’s not my fault. Well, I guess it technically is. But it’s still not fair. I didn’t choose what I was born into. I didn’t choose to be a ---I think I hear someone outside. I’ll write in here again tomorrow.

No one wants you. I am the only one who cares about you. I fixed you. You are perfect the way you are. Don’t wish for anything else.  ~ShadowMan

August 2nd

I got my name changed today. It’s funny, I can’t remember how many people I’ve been, or how many masks I’ve worn. My new mask’s name is Jade. I’ve always liked jades. They were my favorite gem. They kind of had a dark and mysterious vibe to them. I can’t afford to be dark and mysterious anymore. Everyone suspects the dark and mysterious neighbor. But I suppose it isn’t normal for your neighbor to not be around all day. But I can’t help that. I used to be fun and full of life, and I had friends. I used to be happy. I am not so happy now. I’m mostly guilty. I wasn’t guilty when I was little. I guess I never really questioned where the food came from. I just ate it. I was so much happier back then. That is until the humans came. I was lucky. I can’t say the same about the rest of the people in my village. I hope they’re happy now. I hope my parents are happy too. Up in the stars. Eating and drinking as much as they like, without having to feel guilty, enjoying the sun. I’ve always wondered what it looked like. We used to see pictures of it in school. It was so beautiful. It is setting now; I’ll go out to eat soon.

That’s right. Never forget what they took away from you. Never forget your past life.

~ShadowMan

August 3rd

I met a human girl last night. She was crying on a bench, so I asked her what was wrong. She told me her family hated her and that she wanted to run away. Her name was Sophia. It’s a pretty name. I can hardly remember my name. I mean my real one. It’s buried somewhere in my mind, underneath years of memories and masks. She told me she liked my eyes. I do too. They’re green. I liked Sophia. She was very kind. I think I needed some kindness. I was tempted to remove my mask. I wanted to show her who I was. Part of me wanted to believe that she will help me, but I knew better. I was sad when I made her go. I told her I was sorry. I hope she is happy up there in the stars. I guess her family can’t make her feel sad up there. If she isn’t happy then I guess it’s my fault. I try not to think about it too much. At least I’m full now. But it’s hard to enjoy your food when you stare at dead eyes.

Sophia walked into the woods with Jade, talking. It had been a long time since she had felt slightly happier. “Your eyes are very pretty,” she said. “Thank you,” Jade said quietly. Sophia couldn’t understand why Jade looked so sad. “I’m sorry it’s the last thing you’ll see.” “What do—” Sophia started. Then she screamed. No one heard her. She is not screaming anymore. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful.  

~ShadowMan

August 4th

I had a dream this morning. I was a human. It was strange to not have to go hunting. And to have my teeth all the same size and so dull. In my dream, I had a dog. He was very fluffy and cute. I would like to have a dog. But I can’t. He wouldn’t last long. It would be too tempting. But the best part was, I didn’t have to wear my mask. And people would smile at me for who I am. And I didn’t have to pretend to be anything. I wish I was a human. No, then I wouldn’t have met my parents. They are good people. I wish my parents were human too. Then we could have a happy family. Like the kind you see in movies. We could have a dog. I would want him to be white. Like the one in my dream. White is a beautiful color. It stands for purity and innocence. I am not white. I hurt white people and make them go. I feel sad about that. I hate how humans think people like me are monsters. We’re not. We’re people just like them. But they don’t see it that way. It’s funny, all the chickens and cows probably think they’re monsters. But they don’t seem to care. They don’t care about a lot of things. If they did then maybe my family would still be here.

It was wrong of me to write that. Not all humans are the same. Some care more than others. Sophia was like that. She cared a lot. But not enough to help people like me. I have met other people like that. But they all had to go. It’s sad. The world needs more people like them.

I am very disappointed in you

~ShadowMan

August 7th 10:00 AM

I know it’s a bit early to be writing in here, but I can’t sleep. I bought very thick curtains, so I won’t get hurt. Last night I was exploring the woods and I found a building. It was very old and was filled with junk. I suppose this is the type of building humans believe is haunted. They have such strange beliefs. It reminds me of a treehouse I had when I was little. I loved it. I thought of it as my secret hideout. I guess this building can be my new secret hideout. I think I might as well try to go to sleep since it’s too early to do anything. 

Oh dear. That place is going to be home to one of the town's biggest mysteries. Maybe you could call it a murder. But I’m getting ahead of myself. 

~ShadowMan 

August 8th, 6:00 AM

Something happened. I was in my hideout when three people came. I was scared. I watched them to see what was going on. I thought about talking to them in my mask. But it would be hard to explain why I was there. So instead, I hid in the shadows. I’m good at that. I heard their names. Brian, Ashley, Aaron. I think they were planning to spend the night. Maybe for a dare. That’s pretty brave of them. This place gets really creepy at night. Ashley brought a dog with her. I really really wanted to hunt. It was basically a free meal. So, when they were asleep, I crept out of the shadows and grabbed the dog. I took it to the basement. That way the barking wouldn’t wake anyone up. I was eating when it happened. The door opened. Someone was there. It was Ashley. 

The next day when Brian and Aaron woke up, Ashley wasn’t there. They thought she left early. She was in the basement, screaming as loud as she could. But no one heard the screams. Ashley is not screaming anymore. She saw something she wasn’t supposed to see. Now She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful                                                                                                        ~ShadowMan 

June 20th 

Wow, it’s been 2 years since I last wrote in here. Not much has happened anyway. I still feel kind of bad about it.

Don’t worry. I’m still a part of you.

True. I have been hearing your voice in my head. It’s strange but I don’t mind. I still have questions though. 

You can ask me whatever you want.

My first question is where did you come from?

You know the answer to that.

I do? I found the diary in the ruins of my village. It was strange. Everything was burnt, but the diary was perfectly fine. It’s like someone left it just for me.

I come for people who need my help. 

My next question is who are you?

That is simple I’m you. 

What do you mean?

More specifically I am a shadow of you. The part that hates humans. The part that wants revenge. 

Then aren’t you. . . evil? 

Evil can mean a lot of things. But is it evil to want revenge? Is it evil to want justice? Is it evil to want to protect yourself? 

That’s different.

Is it?

I don’t know anymore. Whenever I go out, I hear your voice and I want to hunt humans.

But I think I know how the diary works. You’re something that lives in the diary. And you change to reflect the worst of whoever writes in here. 

Aren’t you the intelligent one? And I am not the worst part of you. 

But how many people have used the diary before me? 

Some things are better kept hidden. 

But why? What are you hiding? 

Has anyone ever told you, you ask a lot of questions?

Oh yes, all the time 

Let’s just say you have lasted the longest.

What do you mean? 

Sadly, everyone has died a painful death soon after finding me.

You’re joking, right? 

Of course. You’ll be perfectly fine. For the last time, I AM NOT EVIL. 

If you say so.

You are uneasy. Please don’t throw the diary away. Or burn it or flush it down the toilet or…

I get it. Have people really done all of that? 

You have no idea.

Sounds like overkill.

What I’m saying is please don’t leave me. I’m not bad. I swear. 

I won’t.

Promise? 

That depends on you. But for now, yes.

Thank you, Ariadne.

What she doesn’t know is that I was not joking. And this is her last day on earth.

~ShadowMan

June 21 

I was in the woods when I saw it. A large billowing cloud of smoke. I heard ShadowMan protesting in my head, but I ran towards it. It was the orphanage. It was on fire. ShadowMan was yelling something, but I couldn’t hear him. I felt the ground and the sky telling me what to do. Most of the kids were out, but I ran inside the building. I found two kids who were trapped. I freed them and was herding them towards the exit when I saw him. A shadowy figure. I knew it was him. He had come for me at last. I knew He wouldn’t let me leave with the humans. He wouldn’t let me save them. I knew this because I hated myself for rescuing them. But I had to. He took a step towards me. And I grabbed the kids and ran. But everywhere I turned he was there. Finally, I had an idea. I found a fire escape. He was coming. Time was running out. I shoved the kids down to safety. Before I made it out, I looked back. He was standing smiling at me. Suddenly I felt terrified. I ran down the stairs. Then it happened. The fire escape crumbled around me. I fell. Time slowed. I heard Him. I warned you. I’m sorry I whispered to all the souls I killed. My mask was breaking. I knew they would see my face when I hit the ground. Strangely, I didn’t mind. In that split second, I knew everything. My name is Ariadne and I’m a vampire. I turned my face towards the sky. I wanted my last sight to be the stars.

I can’t say I didn’t warn her. It’s ironic really, a vampire dying for a human. It’s a shame I was the one who made her go. But after all, She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful now.