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I like it. It gives some horror and mytery, with a feeling of "OMG! This is scary!" and "I care about my friends".
Anyways, I love the whole thing. Very interesting and could form into an amazing RP. smile

Duuuuuuuuuuude. I like it. biggrin

However, everybody knows that the person who plays Red is probably going to be the wolf.

Unless you're going to make the wolf be completely separate. I really wanna know exactly where you wanna go for the situation you described on the last page.

BAAAAAAH SHERLOCK HOLMES 2. I AM SO JEALOUS. DDDDDDD:

Continuation! D:<

———December 14, 2010 ————
๑ 15:56 ๑

Okay... Y'know the scene were one of the cast starts to panic and makes everyone shite bricks? Well... It just happened. My bestie's stoopid boyfriend had to go all i-will-take-care-of-you-using-my-awesome-biceps and scared off Red! Apparently, one of the guys took a liking to her and went off. Alone. In the forest. And that made everyone chase after them. Then get separated. Lovely, right?

Good thing we made it back, was what I thought when we met up in front of the cottage. But no! The guy who chased after Red was missing... And that suspicious girl said that she lost him in the forest! Feh! I'll squeeze the info out of her soon.

———December 14, 2010 ————
๑ 19:46 ๑

We've already searched the areas near the cottage. The only thing that came up was the dude's shoe. It had some sort of slimy goo all over it. Smelled like... I don't know how to describe it. A five month old hamburger stuck in a shoe? Yes... That's probably the best I can do.

Anyway, we've also interrogated Red and locked her up in the spare room. She's quite. Too quite. And my bestie's stoopid boyfriend is now talking strategy. He watches too many horror movies. I'm sure nothing bad happened to him... Maybe some sort of barrel full of sticky stuff fell on him. There's plenty around. Well, the barrels, not the sticky stuff. So I'm sure he's fine.

———December 15, 2010 ————
๑ 03:17 ๑

Shite shite shite shite shite shite... I'm hiding in the attic's closet. There's something down there. They stopped screaming. That's a good thing, right?

Oh god, I don't even know what's happening! Oh shite! It's up here! It's growling... It... sounds just like that thing at night. I can see its silhouette from here. It's holding something round in its mouth.

Oh fu—

A five-year old placed the old, battered diary under her pillow when her door creaked. "Honey, I'll turn off the light now, alright?" She gave her mother a toothy grin, then hid under the blanket. The elder woman simply chuckled, then flipped the switch and carefully shut the door.

Once her mother was gone, the young girl slipped her hand under her pillow, then pulled out a flashlight and the diary. To her disappointment, the page had ended with some sort of brown pattern. Hmph. Whoever wrote this story is so lame! She flung the diary at the wall, closed the flashlight, then shut her eyes. Unbeknownst to her, the diary never landed on the floor. It never even hit the wall. There was not a single trace of the small bundle of pages.

I'm just going to disclaimer this first by admitting that I just walked home after drinking like an entire bottle of wine with a friend, so I'm not...exactly...totally sober. I'm not drunk or anything, just a little fuzzy.

@Cake: That is so mean of you. Why would you tell me that? >.< The exam's tomorrow, so I hope it goes all right, too. >.>

Re the end of the story: I don't know if I really like that. The part about the kid was funny, but the end of the notebook itself? If you think you're about to die and you're running up into the attic to hide while listening to your friends scream while THEY die...would you stop your oh-s**t-gonna-die dash to grab a notebook? Would you chronicle the end of it?

I don't think I would. If I stopped to grab ANYTHING, ******** yes it would be a shotgun and/or a really big knife. A journal? ******** that noise; I can chronicle it if I come out alive.

That's just my thoughts on the matter.

I feel like the journal ending could be approached a different way, though, that's...well, equally contrived, but seems less like she doesn't care about anything but writing it down. Say all her friends are dead, and the 'creatures' have gone away because they couldn't find her - or so she thinks. She's writing the end of the story so that everyone knows what happened because she doesn't expect to survive, since I assume they're stuck here somehow; maybe the car's broken down or they were dropped off by someone else for the week and they can't get hold of that person until the week is up.

And then while she's writing it down, one of the creatures comes back, comes up on her from behind...

And THAT is where the blood on the pages comes from. >.>

I do like how the journal 'vanishes', though. :3

@ Silent: Yeah, totally agree with the 'I think I'm safe' BUT YOU'RE REALLY NOT status.

Kinda like Ted in POISON. Yeaaaah, you know who I'm talking about ;D

He's alive! ...Oh. Now he's dead. Whoops. >.>

Also, finally stuck the epilogue on there-

s**t. I STUCK PROLOGUE INSTEAD OF EPILOGUE ON IT. I'M SUCH A ******** off to edit*

Anyway. *cough* So yeah, I've decided that I'm eventually going to write a sequel to it - back when they're actually in high school and all the s**t first starts going down. Then I might let them destroy a few planets before I ZOOOOOOOM back to the present. biggrin