The diary

February 16th

Two days ago bought this diary jumble sale. It was supposed to belong to Penelope Hall, a widow after an archaeologist. The seller told me, that the woman was quite eccentric and reclusive, but a beautiful woman. One day, she was murdered… not just killed but **** and used as a sacrifice in some sort of evil ritual. There are even stains of blood on some of the pages! I managed to negotiate with the seller to include the picture of the widow in the price!

I scored acquiring these! I wonder how much it will go for on amazon…

February 19th

Why did I write in the book!? Now the price will go down… must be the lack of sleep.

February 25th

Had a bad day at work. I made a mistake when placing an order. The manager was pissed off. It’s because the dreams… they… I don’t remember, but I woke up with sheets covered with my sex juices…

March 1st

Had another dream… tonight. I remember… womb… with… tentacles?

Then… I remember feeling the… caress… the pleasure… the orgasms…

When I woke up, I masturbated furiously, until I passed out…

Was late for work.

March 9th

….-~…

Ha… my can’t hand stop shaking. Just woke up. Had another dream. Woke up climaxing to the banging on the door. The neighbour was pissed off – said I was screaming.

Need to get some medicine for this… Is it me, or do the dreams get stronger?

March 16th

Another dream – went to sleep with the gag, not to wake up the neighbour… woke up screaming into it… The dream became clearer… was not screaming from pleasure… not just pleasure… I was terrified...

It's a morbid thing, but I am actually curious what scared me so much, yet kept my climaxing...

March 21st

Just got a mail. Got fired. Don’t care. Tired. **** don’t help.

March 14th

This is getting out of control… I could swear I went to sleep with a ball gag on, yet I woke up with a dildo gag shoved down my throat… am I so tired that I made such a mistake…

March 17th

Mom called. Was too tired to pick up a phone. Left a message.

March 19th

Someone was in my apartment! I locked the diary in the chest, then went shopping. But when I returned, it was back on my desk!

March 27th

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April 3rd

It’s watching! It’s watching! It’s coming!

April 7th

I saw it in a dream… a womb… I felt the pleasure it gave me… it’s hunger…

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My pussy’s throbbing… it’s hard to think…

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I think I saw… no, even now, I think someone is watching me… lusting… carving... thirsting...

...

I think… that the previous owner... Penelopeegajkdfbeurngljk…

After reading the last entry in the diary, Detective Amy Reynolds closed the book and put it back in the box with other belongings of the owner of the diary. She got up and took the box to one of the shelves. She slid the box in the free space between spaces and took a step back. She traced her finger over the box’s label.

Ingrid Ferrer, missing.

She shook her head. The woman would probably never be found. Cases like this were rarely solved. Considering the things she read in the journal, Ingrid was either mad or a druggie. The poor slut has either overdosed on ****, got hijacked or killed herself in some isolated place… Not that Amy cared for that sort of people. One less junkie on the streets as far as she was concerned-

Shh~

Amy’s head snapped to the side to look at-

She blinked. She could have sworn that she saw a woman between the shelves, but there were only shadows there.

Amy shivered as she felt suddenly cold. She quickly turned and walked back to her office, leaving the cold archive behind...