Dear Diary
October 14th
2:43 AM
I had the dream again. At this point, I think the clock tower is officially haunting me.Everything always starts the same way.The ticking. Slow. Heavy. Endless.
Tonight I was standing inside the tower again. Giant clocks covered the walls while huge golden gears turned above my head. Moonlight poured through the glass windows, making everything look silver and unreal.
The place felt ancient.
Like it had been waiting for me.
I kept climbing this long staircase, even though I had no idea where it led.
And then I saw him again.The boy with the green eyes.
He stood across the tower watching me quietly. His yellow hair moved slightly with the cold wind coming through the tower windows.
He didn't say anything.He never does.But every time I see him, I feel calm for some reason.Like nothing bad can happen while he's there. Which is weird because bad things always happen right after.
The dream changed again after that.One second I was inside the tower.The next second I was in the woods.
Dark woods.
Fog covered the ground while strange glowing fairies floated between the trees. Some of them looked beautiful.
Others looked terrifying.I could hear whispering everywhere.At first I thought the forest was peaceful...Until I realized something was watching me.
That's when I saw him.
The other boy.The one in the black hoodie.I never see his face clearly.
Just black hair falling over his eyes and shadows covering most of him.
He always stands far away between the trees like he doesn't want me getting close.
And every single time he appears...The dream becomes darker.
The monsters came after that.
Huge creatures moving through the fog with glowing eyes and low growls that echoed through the forest.
I started running.
I could hear them chasing me through the trees while the fairies disappeared one by one.
Then suddenly I felt someone watching me again.
The green eyed boy was there.Standing between the trees.
Watching me quietly with those strange green eyes.
And somehow...The monsters stopped moving.Everything went silent after that.
Then the dream shattered again.
Back inside the clock tower.The ticking louder.The clocks spinning faster.
And both boys standing at opposite sides of the tower. Samuel near the light.The hooded boy hidden in shadows.
Then I woke up.
Again.
Honestly, I don't understand these dreams anymore.
Why do I keep seeing the same tower?
Why do both of them feel familiar?
And why does my fairy pendant always feel warm after I wake up?
I swear something about these dreams feels wrong.
Angel Dove
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"Angel!" Miley Harper, Angel Dove's childhood best friend, called out as she skipped into the classroom. Her pink vintage boots clicked against the floor, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
"Hi," she said, slightly breathless as she reached Angel's desk. Her curly hair stuck to her face from running.
Angel smiled softly. "Hi." She quickly placed her hand over the diary lying open on her desk. "Why were you running?"
Miley noticed the diary instantly.
"You still write in that thing?" she asked curiously.
Angel glanced briefly at the diary before looking away.
"Mm," she hummed quietly.
Miley narrowed her eyes playfully. "You know, one day I'm seriously going to steal that diary and read all your secrets."
Angel immediately hugged the diary closer to her chest. "And one day I'll push you down the stairs."
Miley gasped dramatically and placed a hand over her heart. "Wow. Threatening me this early in the morning? You're actually evil."
Angel laughed softly.
Before Miley could continue teasing her, the classroom door suddenly opened.
The noise in the room died down almost instantly.
Mr. Hampton walked in carrying a pile of books under one arm, his usual tired expression resting on his face. His glasses slid slightly down his nose as he scanned the classroom.
"Good morning, class."
A few students greeted him lazily while others rushed back to their seats.
Miley groaned under her breath as she dropped into the chair beside Angel.
"Please tell me we're not starting with a lecture," she whispered.
Angel smirked slightly. "You say that every class."
"Because every class feels like a funeral."
Mr. Hampton placed the books onto his desk before turning toward the board.
"As most of you already know," he began, writing something across the board, "your midterm project starts today."
A wave of complaints instantly filled the classroom.
"Oh come on!"
"We just finished exams!"
"That's actually criminal!"
Mr. Hampton ignored them calmly.
"The project will be based on historical landmarks and legends," he continued. "You will work in pairs and present your findings at the end of the month."
Angel rested her chin on her hand absentmindedly while listening.
Then Mr. Hampton wrote the topic title across the board.
THE BLACKTHORNE CLOCK TOWER
The moment the chalk touched the board—
Angel froze.
A strange chill crawled down her spine.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
For a split second, she could hear the sound again.The same ticking from her dreams.Her fingers slowly tightened around her diary.
And somewhere deep in her chest—Fear stirred.
And it begins dear readers💙