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Echoes Before It Happens - Part 7 : Zaiyen’s Diary

 📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary  

🗓️ Part 7: The Diary That Started Writing Itself  

✍️ By Zaiyen


I always kept a diary.  

It started as a habit.  

Then a pattern.  

Then… a warning system.


But one day, something strange happened.


I woke up.  

Opened the diary to write —  

And a new page was already filled in.


In **my handwriting**.  

But I hadn’t written it.


---


The page read:


> “Dark road.  

> One light flickers.  

> A man in a white shirt waits —  

> but not for long.”  

>  

> — 3:42 AM


I froze.  

I touched the ink.  

It was dry.


I hadn’t even opened the diary the night before.


Was I sleepwriting?  

Or was it something else?


---


That night, I stayed up.  

I locked the diary in my drawer.


But the next morning —  

it happened again.


A new page.  

New writing.  

More specific.


> “This time, it’s not a stranger.  

> Watch the call that comes at 9:06.”


---


I couldn’t ignore it anymore.


The diary wasn’t just a place to write thoughts.  

It had become something else.


A **window**.  

Or worse — a **door**.


I started following the clues it gave.  

Most didn’t make sense.  

Some did… later.


And a few?  

They still haunt me.


Because I couldn’t stop them.


And maybe…  

**I was never meant to.**


🖋️ — Zaiyen


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