It was definitely ghost’s idea; invading your private quarters and taking something of significant value just to spite you—your diary. All of your private thoughts and feelings were hidden within its context, your breath began to escalate as you’d became more hyperaware of what he was about to reveal.

“Stop…STOP!” You say in a loud shrieking tone albeit your pleas only fell on deaf ears. Ghost began to read your diary out aloud. It was hell—judgmental eyes and snide remarks of mockery directed towards you as your secret were now made public to everyone. Ghost shoots you a toothy grin, enjoying the look of embarrassment on your face.