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// Date Unknown 
// Story: Dear Diary 
// by KitsuneRisu 
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Date Unknown

To anyone who may read this

Please. Please listen.

Do not look at the object in the storeroom.

Do not read the book on the shelf.

I beg of you. I am awake after days of being trapped in my own mind. Of being beaten down by forces beyond my command.

I do not know what came over me, nor even when it started, but the objects are cursed.

All my animals are dead. I don’t know what happened to them but The Loveacres Reserve is now beyond redemption of soul and heart.

I have rend Rainb

My dear friend is dead. In a haze of mist and blood, I faintly remember what transpired. I struggle to have to describe it, but I must leave some form of proof—some form of account of what has happened here.

I believe that Rainbow Dash, proud warrior of Twilight Sparkle’s guard and a good, good friend is

inside of me.

I do not know how she is in there, but it is a sight and a description that I do not want to write about in full. All I know is that somehow, she is

inside of me

In pieces. In bits.

No other reason would explain all the blood

and the axe

And the hair that clings to the walls

And my distended

I can hear her screaming inside my head

I can hear her heart beating counter to mine

She is inside me

I do not know how

And I feel now as I felt all those years before, with mere days left to go before something unthinkable crawls out of me.

To any who may read this, PLEASE.

Do not seek the items. Bury them.

I do not know why the obelisk has released its hold on me now for but a few brief hours. But I leave this journal here as warning, and as some kind of

I don’t even know

what happened
But it seems I have been writing still, through my possession, due to what I can only dream of being the last remnants of my soul clinging on.

Please

Please

Please

Someone destroy it!

PLEASE!

I am leaving this book outside the storeroom door so that anyone who comes past, who ventures here for the smell and the sight and the noises and the unbearable lack of holiness, will see.

DO NOT OPEN THE DOOR!

BURN EVERYTHING!

I must go now. I will go to the pond, where I will end it.

I can not live.

Goodbye forever

I’m sorry

I’m so, so sorry