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Diary Entry 30:
As far as I can remember I haven’t written in this for a while, but there’s like a whole load of entries, the last of which being yesterday’s, which I definitely didn’t write or at least have no memory of doing so. I mean I can barely remember what I’ve done over these last few weeks, there’s like a white fog clouding those memories. Chloe says she’s got that too but she’s not worried about it, she thinks it’s just stress, she’s been working extra hard this last week for a hard test or something.
The last memory I have before it goes all foggy is seeing a hearse outside my house and the first memory after the fog lifts is being up at the castle on the hill for some unknown reason. That isn’t really abnormal of me, I do go up there sometimes but my whole family being there definitely wasn’t normal. Actually my family being there could be explained away, something about my dad being there to help out with the drains and the family coming along to have a chat with the house owner or picking up a new vegetable costume but no, the Van Helsing family was there as well.
I mean I know Jonathan Van Helsing, he’s the son of my woodworks teacher. I think he’s in a couple of my lessons, and from the memories I think I can remember I’ve been avoiding him like the god damned plague.
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Okay, so I just read the first entry I don’t remember and it says some crazy things like the fact I apparently knew a whole family of vampires , and was best friends with a vampire to be .
Disclaimer: This is like my actual diary, I don’t lie in here at all. I have all my dirty secrets in here, that’s why I hide it.
This is so weird to me, I had no memories of these events but the white fog surrounding the memory dissipated while I was reading and it’s like I can almost remember the event now.
After I read the entry I went to get a glass of water and when I was down there I asked my mum why we were at the castle yesterday. She told me that the people who made my vegetable costume lived there and we're giving it to them before going away.
You know how when you have memory loss you’re not supposed to be influenced by stuff around you or else you might remember stuff wrong, I think my mam’s brain tried to make up new memories to take the place of the ones locked behind the white fog.
It’s so random, and sure some of the facts of her story are right but why would the castle on the hill have made my suit, why was the suit already in the car when we got to it. Why can’t we remember the faces of those who gave it to us? I had the vegetable suit in my bedroom when I snuck out, it was there instead of me. We didn’t get it at the castle, but it makes me wonder what else I could make them think.
So, I looked around my room for my sketchbook because it wasn’t where I usually put it. It was under my bed? Which is already odd but apparently I found this vampire interesting enough to draw because I have pictures of him now!
I’ve drawn a lot of pictures of him, I also have one or two of an older girl. My diary talks about him having an older sister. Maybe that’s her? It probably is tbh. The drawing of the Vampire Kid is labelled Vlad, that’s his name I think? Pretty sure it’s short for Vladimir.
My Mam’ll be up in a minute to make sure I’m actually asleep, I’m gonna put the book away and get into bed. I’ll snore like the rest of my family does so she won’t be able to notice.