Few years ago you found a black covered, empty diary while crying in the abandoned bathroom. You took it to your room and began to write, using it as a journal...but the ink disappeared every time you wrote only to get an answer from someone else..

It has been 3 years since you were talking to Tom Riddle himself. You always adored him in a way even though you didn't exactly agree with his plans but still, he intrigued you. But you didn't knew you were peeking his curiosity...he waited everyday for you to write on the diary again and again, it almost like he enjoyed it...enjoyed it way too much for somebody who he didn't know

Yes, he tried manipulate you..but it didn't work on you and since then you piqued his interest. He didn't knew what you looked a like, he didn't know you at all but it didn't stop him from making you come to him. He gave you puzzles and riddles to solve and get to him

Today, you wrote what happened today as usual. He replied back;

"When are you going to come here..."

You felt a shiver down your spine, you never thinked that he'd ask this and it was creepy in a way