Prolouge:

June 27th 2000 11:45 p.m

Hello journal! Over this past week, I’ve been going out with some friends and such. Always the mall of course and the pool, but nothing compares to where we’ll go to next.

Could you guess? And no, I don’t understand why I’m asking a journal a question. Well, we’re going to an insane asylum. No; Not an active insane asylum. It’s actually abandoned. I have no idea why it was abandoned. That’s why we’re going! Very adventurous, non? Well, it’s time to get prepared. I plan to take my backpack with all my necessities.

I’ll bring a camera, a mirror, a book, a notepad, a pencil, etc. You know what I always bring. I can’t wait. It’s like a mystery waiting to be unsolved, and once I figure out what happened I’ll tell everyone what was up with it! I’ll be famous!

You know what this reminds me of? “The Blair Witch Project”. Heh, we all know how that story ended up, but that won’t happen to me. Nope, I’m definitely ready…Oh! It’s my friends. I should go now, bye!

June 28th 2003 2:00 a.m

Right now, I’m in the bowels of the insane asylum. I…I’ve lost everyone. I’m lost in an insane asylum! This place is so creepy, and cold. The last time I saw them, we were going through some of the rooms they kept the psychos. I planned to scare off Lily behind a pillar, but when I jumped out I was in a totally different room. I don’t know what I did to make this bookcase turn around 90 degrees. So, I went in, being the stupid person I am. When I went in, it went its final 90 degrees and it closed on me.

So now I’m in this strange room. It’s pretty new it seems because it isn’t as dusty as the other rooms are. Someone cleaned it and I assume that someone still runs this place, so we’re trespassing. So why are all the other rooms all dusty? I have no idea. Well, I have to find a way out so I shall put you away.

December 16th 2332

Hm? So should I call you journal? That’s what your previous journal called you, didn’t she? Well I’ll tell you now, it’s 2332. You’re in the new generation, and I’ll keep you for awhile. You may hold some secrets about this place.

See, I found you outside of a dump, who would have thought it was a journal? ...Certainly not me. I wouldn’t even think this was a journal from the 2000’s. Good thing we both speak the same language, though.

Anyway, I guess I should introduce myself…my names Joe. Don’t worry your still in the same city you were before. Just with a different owner. So, I guess I’ll stop writing for awhile. I’ll just use this to write my progress.

~ more later ~

Is it good is it good? I have more. It isn't at it's peak yet s I'll understand if you don't get it, or if it's boring.. <_< lol

Seems good so far. Post more please, I like to read stuff like this.


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“My God Joe, don’t you ever put that dumb book down?” A tall slender man opened a black door. He pushed his left hand onto the door making it close. Another man was lying down peacefully on a leather couch. He was looking up from a black leather book at the other man and smiled. He put his book down on the floor and put his hands behind his head.
“I guess I don’t.” The tall man was walking toward Joe when Joe pointed at the door again. The man looked back and rolled his eyes then looked back,
“Why do you always correct me?”
“Because if I don’t correct you, something stupid will happen. Then it’ll be your entire fault.” The man sighed and walked toward the door. He tapped the golden doorknob as it opened up. He pressed a few numbers as a little ding was heard. He closed the doorknob and walked toward Joe.
“Don’t you have to go home and be with your family Michael?” Joe asked.
“Not now.”
“But classes are over, you can go relax.”
“Same to you to.”
“I have business here.” Michael laughed,
“I’m sure.”
“Well what do you have behind you?” Joe asked. Michael seemed to be hiding something behind his back because his right hand was accompanied by something unknown.
“Oh this?” Michael revealed a brown bag. On the bottom was more of a darker brown, it was dripping of some liquid.
“You went to Nicks Pizza again? Well, as you see the Jelvin toppled in there, or something because it’s dripping.” Joe pointed out.
“You must be jo—“ Michael smiled and looked at the bottom of the bag only to be proven wrong. He let out a yelp and ran into the kitchen. Joe laughed and picked up his book. He ran through the pages wondering who had held this book before and wrote in it. By clues he only knew it was a girl. He heard a snicker from behind and turned around. Michael was smiling and bowed towards the kitchen,
“Dinner…Is served.” Joe laughed and stood up,
“Yay!” They walked into the marble kitchen and sat down on the leather chairs.
“I got your favorite.” Joe smiled in approval and started eating. Thankfully, Michael didn’t give him the Jelvin that was spilled. When he ate his first piece Joe said,
“Thank you Michael.” In a full mouth Michael tried to say,
“For what?”
“For the food and giving me the Jelvin that didn’t spill.”
“Oh, you’re very welcome!” Michael smiled again and continued eating. Joe was about to continue eating when he remembered about the journal. Every time he thought about it, he would go into deep trance full of questions. Michael started snapping at him saying loud,
“Joe…Joe!”
“Uh…yeah?” Joe replied groggy.
“You need sleep, man.”
“I think I do. I’ll go now.” Joe stood up and was stopped by the voice of Michael,
“Oh and…When you wake up. Brush your hair. Please, you didn’t brush it today and it looks bad.” Joe touched the top of his head full of black messy hair. He sighed.
“You’re so mean…Whatever.” Joe continued walking toward his room and locked the door when he went in. He reached into his pocket and took out the journal. He continued looking through, it unable to find out any more new information. Soon he fell asleep…


* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Damn it, where is it!”
“What…What?” whispered a groggy Joe. A young feminine voice gasped.
“Who’s in my room!?” screamed Joe. The voice went closer to Joe until he opened his eyes he saw a pair of big brown eyes. He began to yell when the girl put her hand over his mouth.
“Shut up! God, I’m not going to kidnap you. I just want my journal; do you know where it is?” Joe rubbed his eyes and looked around, soon they were huge.
“What the hell did you do to my room!?” The girl kept tapping the doorknob open and closing it.
“These are cool gadgets.” Joe leapt out of his bed and starting pointing at her accusingly.
“It still doesn’t give you the right to mess up my room!” She turned around and smiled.
“Dude, it was already messy. Now, where’s my journal?”
“Your journal?”
“Yes, my journal. The only one you have. Guys don’t keep journals, and if you keep a journal you must be very feminine, and that’d be a very bad reputation.”
“The only journal I have is something from awhile ago.”
“Correct. 2000? Does it ring a bell?” Joe tried to hold his shock but she could sense his shock from his eyes.
“Shocked are you? You’re seeing a ghost! Everyone scream.” She screamed softly sarcastically and laughed.
“Who are you?” She smiled and bowed.
“My name is Belle.” Joe raised an eyebrow.
“Doesn’t that mean beauty?” Belle’s eye twitched.
“Look I don’t make fun of your mop on your head you call “hair”.”
“Okay okay, I’m sorry.”
“Forgiven.”
“Well, why do you want my journal?”
“The year of the devil is about to come!” She yelped. Joes eyes went to their original state. He said sarcastically,
“Year of the devil.” Belle nodded fast with worried eyes.
“Right, well I can see why you need your journal. You can have it.” He reached into his pocket again and handed it to Belle. She made a gag face and with one small and big eye she said,
“Ewe, you slept with my journal in your pocket? That’s disgusting.”
“Look just take it.” She took it and put it in her pocket.
“By the way, why are you solid?” She made a clueless face and looked at him with dumb founded eyes.
“I’m not dead. Well, I am, but I’m not.”
“Gee, that makes a lot of sense.”
“Don’t make me make fun of your hair again.
“Okay sorry.”
“See I’m here because I still have to do something. My first task is to get my journal.”
“Yes it seems so.”
“I can disappear when I want, or make myself transparent. Another state you can see me in is solid, which you see me as now.”
“Cool, I wish I had those powers.” Belle sighed at his stupidity.
“It’s not powers, idiot. It’s called being indead.”
“Don’t you mean undead?”
“Well, that means zombies, and I’m not a zombie.” Joe nodded.
“So zombies are real?”
“No, they only exist underground with the ants.” Joe gave Belle a face, but Belle seemed to have been telling him the truth.
“Well anyway, Joe, you want to come?”
“Go where?” He asked a little shocked. After all, it was two a.m.
“Well, I need a partner to help me out. You guys have some new gadgets it seems.”
“I’m not going to marry you.” Belle’s eyes went wide and yelled,
“I never asked!”
“I was only joking!”
“Sheesh, putting words in my mouth. You’re so rude. Well anyway, I meant you know. A partner. A buddy. A sidekick.
“…A sidekick; you want me to be your sidekick.”
“Yeah?”
“I know more about these “gadgets”.”
“And I know more about the year that is to come. Now are you coming or not?” She asked a little annoyed.
“Joe? Are you okay? Who’s in there?” Belle and Joe looked at the door with big eyes. Joe turned to Belle and motioned her to go away. Belle didn’t quite understand his way of saying “go away” but it was too late. Michael opened the door with big eyes and turned to Belle.
“Who are you!?”
“I’m a girl and I’m about to leave.” Belle snapped her fingers and turned transparent. After a few seconds of shock Joe felt a little liquid on his feet. He looked down at a puddle of a reflection of Belles face. She winked and went towards Michael. She made a little splash as Michael sneezed. After ten seconds he looked around and asked Joe,
“What am I doing here?” Joe looked at Belle who was next to his cabinet and lip talked,
“Reply to him you moron!”
“You—you were a…You were here to tell me that you heard something…and…” Belle made a stupefied face.
“And it was just my Jelvin. I spilled it.” Joe pointed to Belle who closed her eyes so Michael wouldn’t see a face.
“Oh, okay. Try to be more careful. Good night Joe.” Michael closed the door and the footsteps faded away. Belle formed into her figure again and sighed.
“So are you coming, or not?”
“I suppose, but can’t I sleep?” Joe asked.
“Sure, I’ll do the same.”
“The indead sleep?”
“Yes, the dead sleep all the time and the indead are like humans. Hence the quote “Rest in peace”.”
“Oh yeah.”
“Well rest up, we have a big day in front of us.” Belle went through Joe’s door with no footsteps heard. Joe kept looking at the door and finally went back to his bed. He finally could sleep after twenty-five minutes of thinking of Belle's strangeness.

(( Bahaha! I still think the indead is a good and cool word. ^_^ I couldn't make it smaller cuz none of the parts were a good stopping point. :P))

GOD(sh)! That took me forever to read, wasn't sure if it was ever gonna end o_O
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Dude...that's awesome. I really enjoy it. Post more!! It is truly awesome. Great job!

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Whew... that took me awhile... but it was good...