One Evening With Ernest And His Journal

Watch an old movie while listening to an old song. Today was as boring as any other days. So it doesnt matter what ever she sees or listen, because it is all the same old dramas.

She comes in through the bathrooms window.

That’s what it says. And a stranger appears to comes in throught her bathrooms window at the momment without her knowing it.
Not just a stranger, it is a monster. And right now it is staring at her upon its lean long legs.

Mia is out of words. Because if it wasnt for his fangs, he looks exactly like James Bond. Was it not enough that she hasnt giving up her life after that massive heartbreaking event being broken up from her boyfriend, that now she has to deal with the surprise she never thought she can handle.

My sister is Maya, she looks exactly like me. But she lives somewhere else.

She reflexly saying. Which she does wish to have a sister. A twin. But too bad she only have a brother, the annoying character in the thick book of her life.

The lovely tall figure is smiling. She thinks he is laughing, but he didnt seem to breath at all. If this is a prank, it wasnt her birthday at all. She doesnt think anyone would do that because nobody knows her birthday, by the way.
I have no friends, and now i’ve gone crazy. Possibly i am drunk at the moment, recovering from her whole wheat whole milk experiment last week.
But the truth is, she just needs a shopping to get her mood back.

You! You are good with your hands, village girl.

Now, what was it again The stranger said. Seems like it reffers to something inappropriate. Then she just raised up her chair and stands up againts her table.

I need some shopping.

She walks to the door and grab her purse. And unlooks the key.

Finally she out in the hall taking few steps towards the stairs. Then she wonders what she was doing there.
I dont need a shopping. I need a warm blanket.

That moment she thinks that she just need a cozy nap. She may not need a shopping at all. So she turns around. She walks to her door and comes in instantly where it was calm and she was alone.

Alone, like always. She spots it as a good thing, though. Until she finds out that that ‘thing’ is still there. Shit! That freaky jamesbond guy is showing up on her kitchen holding a knife. She can do nothing else than shocked.

You will write my journals, Mia. You will. Or you will suffer uneasy death beyond eternity.

Too much to take for now, because Mia is a professional writer, but never a horror story. And why would a super ghost like guy want his journals to be published.

She cant help but think until she throw a huge glass unto his face. Then he vanished.