e of what the school really embodies. It's been like that for years, and I don't think it's stopping soon. In the quest of making the school a success, the thirst for bringing fake respect to th

worse. As I closed the diary, a chill ran down my spine; the entries were cryptic, but they hinted at a sinister presence lurking in the shadows of Ravenswood High. I looked at Heather, and she seemed just as perplexed as I was. Here is the text rearranged into paragraphs: "What do you think this is?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Heather shook her head. "I don't know, but I think we need to investigate further. We can't just ignore this." I nodded in agreement. "But where do we start?" Heather thought for a moment. "Now that we're aware of how much danger we're in, we can't back down now. Daisy's either dead or alive and has become a shadow of herself, but that's not the matter now." I adjusted my seat and moved closer to her. "The date gaps in the diary are kind of strange, don't you think?" "How?" I asked, and she creased her brows as if expecting me to catch on already. "The first date was September 10, and then 15; how come she didn't write anything between November 2 and December 10? She was feeling like she was being watched on December 10, 2002, and after that, she was off until February 10, 2003, where she claimed they were disappearing. Isn't that strange?" She said, and I tried to align my thoughts together. "Was she threatened in between?" "It's possible she was made to see certain things before her final disappearance!" "Who is doing all this?" "It means the society has existed for a very long time. We can't trust anyone now, Dan. Daisy claimed she saw teachers performing rituals in the basement; can it be the same basement where you found the diary?" "It's possible, unless there's another hidden place t