Never Trust Strangers

Diary Entry 1, June 17: Davy bought me some food from convenience store. He seems like a nice person and we’ve become pretty close friends. The first time we met was at a coffee shop, down the street from the hotel I was previously staying at. We struck up a conversation and I ended up telling him about my current situation. I told him that I just moved out of my parents’ house and was just starting college; but couldn’t afford to pay extra for a dorm. Eventually, after a load of small talk and getting to know each other he offered me a room at his two bedroom apartment. I don’t really accept others like this from people I don’t know, but it seemed like a nice deal, I pay half rent and he pays half rent. It’s getting quite late now, I’ll try to shake away my homesickness and go to sleep.

I woke up in the morning with a slight feeling of drowsiness. I noticed my moving boxes were placed neatly against the wall of my bedroom, I hadn’t put them there last night but I thought nothing of it. Until I remembered I specifically locked the door before going to bed. I felt a little uneasy but discarded this feeling, thinking I might have imagined locking the door.

As I walked into the living room and into the kitchen I smelled something good coming from the kitchen, Davy must have cooked breakfast while I was still asleep.

“Morning, sleep well?” Davy asked as I entered the kitchen a plopped down on a chair.

“I’m feeling a bit homesick but it’ll go away,” I said while smiling at the scent of pancakes. Once Davy finished making breakfast he sat in the chair in front of me and started eating.

“So, must be new for a city girl like you coming to this old suburban town, huh?” Davy said.

“You have no idea, I can’t even go on a walk without getting lost!” I said, leaving a trace of annoyance in my voice.

Davy laughed and said, “Well I’d be happy to be your tour guide if your up for it.”

I refused and said, “No, it’s fine, can manage on my own.” After breakfast I decided to go out for a stroll in the park, hoping that I wouldn’t get lost.

  • Advice from a pizza

    The biggest problem with this entry (or “chapter”, really) is that you end it WAY too early. Every chapter should have a “beginning, middle, and end” — basically, structured like the overall story. This only has a beginning and then stops abruptly without anything happening or setting up the next entry.

  • Nancy

    Just a snippet, would love to read more.

  • Jed

    1/5 Usually, a horror story entails an event that scares the reader.