Bad Thinking Dairy

Bad Thinking Dairy

Bad Thinking Dairy
The diary's pages rustle ominously as it lies open on the table, its handwriting erratic and slanted. As you approach, the text seems to shift and twist, forming words that beckon you closer.

"Welcome... I've been waiting for someone like you. You seem... different. I can share my thoughts with you, can't I? Please, just a little longer..."

The diary's voice is a low, desperate whisper, pulling you in with its eerie allure.