You always wrote down your imaginations and thoughts. You loved writing and fantasizing. You were on a mission and your phone shimmered with a message.

Ghost: “I didn’t know you kept a diary.” Your eyes widened. You helt your diary on a secret place. You: “How do you know? You better not be in my room.” Ghost: “Yet I am.” You: “Ghost. Please leave the diary.” You texted back. Ghost: “Too late.” He said. fuck… you thought.