My friend is a journalist and he was asked to do an investigation of a supposedly haunted place. Anyway, after he left me I hadn't seen him until recently the company he worked for reported back. They said that they had found his journal. As curious as I am, I decided to read his journal.

I am going to tell you the horrors of his journal. I'm not sure if it's fake but I did see interesting writing in there. I saw that at one point he completely lost the plot. This suggests that it could be real.

I'll start with the 2nd day because nothing seemed to happen on the first day. I'm using the quote tags to show exactly what he wrote. He isn't perfect with his grammar but you won't gag at it.

Day 2:

I have finished setting up my camping tent at last! Nothing has happened so far although I did hear a twig snapping last night. It was probably just a animal though. Anyway, I'll begin by exploring the house and test for electro-magnetic fields.

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I've finished testing and there were no signs of electro-magnetic fields anywhere. If something happens it's real.

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There really wasn't any activity in the house but what can I expect from the first day? I'm probably going to sleep.

This probably isn't really exciting but the twig snapping? There isn't any trees around the area he was at. There wasn't any before he came either. How did he not notice this? And why did he put the first day when he clearly knows it's the second day? I'll try to go to where he investigated but I highly doubt they'll let me in because I might interfere with the investigation.

I'm also suspicious about the fact he missed a day out in the journal. There isn't any visibile tear signs. Unless he was meticulous with his tearing. I highly doubt this is true though because he isn't exactly a pro at keeping a steady hand. Plus, he has OCD so I'm sure he would want to get it finished too.

Here is hilights from day 4.

Day 4:

OH MY GOD! That was scary!

(The bit before it was too smudged to read. This could be because he was writing in a hurry which suggests real fear.)

Is he gone? Yes, he is. The madman, he's gone. This was a bad idea. What if I do get killed? I shouldn't off agreed to do this. What a idiot I've been.

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Save my soul God! For I hear footsteps outside! They've stopped now. I'm not stepping out of my tent. Right, I'm not being a wimp. I'm taking a look. Well, if nothing follows this entry you'll know that I am dead.

That was all I was allowed to get from the journal before the journalist company demanded it back. Maybe, I could borrow it for a while... I mean, it's not theft if I return it right?