As I mentioned in the previous story, I found some belongings that are, apparently of the ghost girl I've been seeing. I took the burned items along with me to college and experienced something that very night, in the dormitories.
My roommates were sound asleep, but I had trouble sleeping, for some reason. I would wake up constantly and turned to the self, where I had put Marie's box, diary, and doll. I began to read the diary (err...what's left of it...) to see if I found anything interesting. The diary was like one any other girl would have an account of daily happenings and personal thoughts. The diary had many pages, but only few of them were not falling apart with burn marks, and some of the letters were so blurry I could not make them out.
Towards the end, there were some pages about a man that would only show up to her, and threatened to kill Marie and her family. He would also warn her not to tell anyone, or it would get worse. Appearently, Marie wrote that she was desperate and told her family, who did not believe her, for THEY never saw the man. She also wrote about looking out the same window I saw her as the man set the house on fire, beginning with the tree, and then expanding to the house.
She could not rescue her parents, for they would not wake up and a 6 year old cannot carry such weight. Not knowing what to do, Marie hid in what is now the attic (which used to be her room), hoping for the best, bringing her diary, along with the box and doll with her. The fire expanded some more, and the entire family was killed.
I had a dream after falling asleep that night. In the dream, I saw Marie. She was looking from the window, turning her back at me. She turned around suddenly and I saw her eyes. They were horrid, with blood tears running down her eyes as she asked for my help. I woke up and saw the diary in my lap, opened to a blank page with the words HELP! Written in red. I looked around, but realized it couldn't have been any of my roommates, for I had put the book under my pillow, and as a light-sleeper, I would've felt as they slipped the book of, from under the pillow.
The next day, I visited my parents and stayed for the night (we had 4 days off for some reason). I decided to only stay one night, to see if I encountered Marie.
That night, I woke up to the sound of sobbing. Again, it was Marie. I told her to go towards the light, but she frowned and flashed me an angered look." He will get me!" Marie said, before vanishing away.
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