Harmless Prank

Before I say anything, you need to hear this. I am a normal kid. Looks, acts, feels. All of it. Even smells. (Ugh). I’m not insane. Why is it that whenever someone says that you automatically DON’T believe them. But this time I’m not joking. I wish I was joking. But I’m not, and nobody can believe me. Why would they? I joke around a lot. I’m a prankster, what can I say?

Last week, I played a harmless little joke. Like, what kids do to their annoying siblings all the time. I took my little sister’s journal. Harmless, see? I even had an excuse. She had been acting weird all weekend, and I couldn’t figure out why. So I read her journal. She had spent a lot of time on the thing. She had made it herself, and wrote pages and pages in a day. So I opened it, starting from the beginning of this week.

Billy is back again. Billy wants to play. I don’t want to play with Billy, but Billy doesn’t care. Billy won’t help me. He said he would help me. Billy why are you acting weird? Billy leave me alone. Billy Billy Billy.

The whole rest of the entry was spent repeating “Billy Billy Billy” over and over again.

The next page ended the same way, but the start was different… sort of. It was almost exactly the same, but the words were in a different order.

I flipped through the rest at an almost frantic pace, trying to find an entry that was not about “Billy.” I found one, yesterday’s date. She had written in just before I stole it.

Lucy is my new friend. She is an it. She says she is a boy, but her name is Lucy, so she is an it. She told me her name was something long and weird, like Lucifer or something, but oh well. She tells me to do things. I do them. They are only little things, like stealing mommy’s knives and giving them to her. Or one time she told me to put a circle with a little star on the basement floor.

That worried me, and when I went down to the basement there was a star on the floor. I flipped back open the journal and opened it again. She must have been writing in it this morning.

Get out of my journal or Lucy and I are going to kill you.

I sat back, horrified, and as I watched, more words appeared.

Lucy doesn’t like you.

It says you are evil

YOU ARE EVIL

Lucy is coming.

Lucy is here.

I warned you.

Now you die.

And i felt something thunk into the back of my skull. I reached back and felt sticky blood.

I heard childish laughter before I blacked out. I blacked out, so I didn’t see the new writing.

I hope mommy and daddy don’t miss both their children.