THE PINK DIARY
This short story has been linked up to the SHORT STORY PROMPT LINK PARTY 6.
Ready? Here’s the prompt: The old house, with its overgrown garden, was secretive and…
Now, here’s my version: THE PINK DIARY
The old house, with its overgrown garden, was secretive and somewhat eerie. Ginny felt as if the house was alive, as if it were looking at her, reading her thoughts. She shook her head as she began to drive away but felt the house calling her back.
How many times had the teenager driven by the property? Why did she stop today?
She didn’t know the answers to those questions but found herself putting the car into reverse and backing up until she was in front of the creepy looking place once again.
Ginny turned off the car and slowly opened the door. She got out of the car and began walking toward the house, making her way through the weeds and tall grass. She knew she needed to be on her way home, her mother would be worried, but the house kept calling to her.
Yes, there were no trespassing signs and yes, she ignored them as she walked up to the house and up the steps onto the front porch.
She looked through the broken window next to the front door. She could see the old furniture and walls covered in dust and cobwebs. Then she saw it! An old and ragged book on the bookshelf, just sitting there with its pink cover, begging to be read.
Ginny walked over to the door and turned the doorknob. She immediately entered the house and walked over to the bookshelf.
Taking the book, she then sat down on one of the dirty, old chairs in the room near a curtainless window. The daylight streaming through would make it easy to read the book’s contents. She eagerly opened it and began reading.
The book was a diary of a young girl who grew up in the old house. It was about all the adventures she had while living in the house and on the surrounding land. Ginny kept reading, unable to put the book down as the handwritten entries were so interesting to her.
As she continued to read the diary, it started getting dark outside which made it difficult to see the writing on the pages. She found herself yawning but kept reading.
Ginny woke to find the moonlight shining through the window. What time was it? How long had she been in the house? As she attempted to stand from the chair, the diary fell out of her lap onto the floor.
“Miss Virginia, where are you?”
Ginny looked up to see the door open as two nurses walked in, both carrying a flashlight.
“There you are dear,” said one of the nurses as she walked toward Ginny then picked up the old book and put it on the book shelf.
They each took an arm and gently escorted the elderly woman outside. They slowly went down the steps and led her to a waiting wheelchair then proceeded to walk across the road as they wheeled Miss Virginia back to the nursing home. The nurses knew it wouldn’t be long before they’d be on the lookout for her again, and they knew where they’d find her…across the road at her family’s old home place.
*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.