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Hello to anyone reading this! You can call me Z if you want.

I know Tumblr is supposed to be for fandom or aesthetic posting so apologies for not doing that, I guess. But honestly I don’t know what else to do right now? I’ve moved into a new house and as I was looking around the place I found this old old diary hidden away, untouched for decades. I asked my realtor about who or where the diaries owner could be, but he shrugged it off and told me to look into it myself. Figures. I tried asking the locals about the house's history, but again nothing. Best I got was some old ghost stories and rumours.

I’ve decided to post the relevant diary entries here, the owners handwriting is really fucking messy and the later entries are practically illegible. So I’ll be posting transcripts of the entries here instead of taking photos and uploading them on the internet. I’m still moving in so I don’t have the time or energy right now to dig any deeper into this right now. I'll retract any revealing information, which might seem contradictory to finding out more about the owner, but I’m living in the same place as her, I’m not doxxing myself.

Maybe this is a bad idea, I don’t know, but something bad happened to the owner and her friend, and this diary is the only lead I have. If I post what’s in it hopefully someone will figure this out for me, or confirm I’m not crazy. Fuck this is getting long, sorry about that.

I’ll try to post regularly, eventually I should have time to investigate myself. So I’ll update everyone if I find anything.

~ Z

[first diary entry]

[babbblerrabbit]

finished the video!!! don't know how many I'll make? depends on what z is willing to share

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Thanks Bunny for the video. Life's gotten in the way, however I'll send you want I've found soon enough.

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I am so lost, where am I supposed to go from here, what is the next step? Please, I need to know, I need to dig further in, I need to uncover what happened at that home.

Well I've been trying to dig up more information. One thing they don't tell you about research is how much waiting you have to do, and how much fucking people you have to talk to.

It's even worse when people don't want to fucking talk. I swear to fuck every time I've asked about this people look at me like I'm crazy. I'm starting to feel crazy. I've looked through school records, census records, business records, newspapers, they line up with what Evie wrote but she's missing. It's as if she's been erased from existence.

[babbblerrabbit]

*:･ﾟ✧yaaaayyy i made the YouTube channel*:･ﾟ✧ !!!

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hello i’m bunny, me and my friend z share this channel, i’ll be uploading the videos :3 z might comment sometimes? that’s all for now thank

their won't be any uploads yet ;w; I'm waiting for college to start

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Have fun

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The bird entry was the final one in Evie's diary.

I don't know what happened to her, or Millie. Believe me I tried looking into this, but it's as if they've been completely forgotten. Can't find records, photos, reports, articles, nothing. I've asking a few locals and of course they look at me like I'm crazy. I did ask about the girls parents, the older folks had some answers.

They talked about how nice and sweet and generous the Rosenbergs were, how tragic the whole fire was etc etc. They never found the son, no mention of their daughter, no mention of their abuse.

Evie's mother is a different story. She divorced her first husband and remarried a local, the two moved in together. When they came back from vacation in '68 they changed, the mother changed. She kept asking everyone where her daughter was, what happened to her. The locals thought her mother had gone crazy, that she made up a daughter. The mother eventually took her own life, her 2nd husband married someone else. Then everyone moved along with their life.

Progress has been slow for me, as I have to balance personal stuff with investigating. @babbblerrabbit has been a great help however. Hopefully I'll uncover more but for now this is all I have to share.

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𝍨 hear birds singing, happy songs, singing together, pretty little bird in little cage can see from all sides, tweet tweet tweet what a pretty little bird I am.

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𝍧 Face in mirror not my own, everyone's gone, alone alone alone. Mom should be home soon, must be August now, so angry at mess, sorry mom I'm so sorry, so mean to Mike, be nicer now. Apologize to Warren. Go with Basil to commune, forget about Millie wrong to love. Forget everything, everything bad, don't make fuss. Faceless man in every corner, wears suit like dads, mask is only face, body foreign, forcing itself my mind, out out out get out

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𝍦 Door locked, me and Basil, no Millie gone gone gone taken away by faceless thing, body moves without thought not my own. Basil apologized not his fault means well.

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𝍥 upset Basil locked in room, can hear Millie seizing can't breath coughing, want out out out out out, screaming her name Millie Millie I'm sorry so sorry all my fault my fault brought you here brought you back, didn't know so selfish so selfish, no more pills. Basil comfort me, comfort comfort. So hard to think mind never empty, headache. thud must be Millie, she's alone with that thing.

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𝍤 River, Amethyst, lying on floor scarf wrapped around heads, no face no face no face. How does it see without eyes? When did we meet? Moved in year of Snake met Basil same year born year of Horse I born year of Rat Millie born same year met her year of Goat started job year of Sheep Warren born year of Rabbit Buttercup born year of dragon she met Cliff same year born under rooster, what year did Millie run away?

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𝍣 Basils found me unconscious what he does won't say, looks over me? Does Warren miss me? What's dad up to? Peter worried about brother, Cliff found note. How many miss us? Look in eyes could see it, contempt, dirty hippie dirty hippie, fag, leech, bum, parasite, sissy, pansy, freak. Rare I've been spoken to, gazed at, hit on, open my mouth ignored, just a pretty face, not pretty now, bags under eyes. Town must be happy us gone. Town must have forget Millie, they'll forget James too, missing kids become forgotten. They'd still know her face, the trouble she caused, such good people the Rosenbergs, could never hurt their kids. Such accusations are lies always lies don't go here making false accusations he's a good man attention attention all you want you've done nothing give nothing are nothing nothing nothing Hard to feel human. Losing face

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𝍢 Try sticking together, rooms changes but together not alone. Basil won't let me near Millie, everyone mad at her, her fault for infecting them, faceless thing has her. Heard River muttering, never heard River speak, startled by it, Amethyst silent. Spare gum forget hungry. Outside the windows people walk by call them calling them yelling shouting no one turns to look. Forgotten, think what River mumbles

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𝍡 Basil's gang making plans to leave, haven't seen River or Amethyst. Millie in same clothes, ones she stole, eyes vacant. Tried breaking doors, windows, walls no luck no luck. Each time try black out, mess house is mess what would mother think? Home soon, august. Is it August already? or still July? Mother I'm sorry for making you leave dad, didn't want you to, always hurt you but means well, so angry at him why? It was just a game. How long has that faceless thing followed me?

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𝍠 What day is it? Can't tell can't tell, doors untied afraid open room change? or same, stay in room safe. Food low hungry. Millie Millie Millie says nothing afraid, Basil. Basil trying best jealous no no no. Cliff with him, commune always that commune only thing talk about. If we get out go there, safe, away from that thing far away. Faceless man always follows, follow with us, Basil says I obsessed with it, get over, how? Wish, useless, awake or dream dread consumes me, drowning, suffocating, forget remember forget remember forget remember. Want to forget what to remember afraid to remember afraid to forget.

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oh hello, sorry if I'm bothering you but I stumbled across your blog and oh dear, this is gonna sound so silly. but it sounds really familiar??? cause my zayde owned a camera shop back in the 60s and he's named warren???

Talk to me right now

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After July 15th Evie stopped writing dates and instead numbered the entires via tally marks. I couldn't replicate them in text so I used counting rods instead.

𝍠 𝍡 𝍢 𝍣 𝍤 𝍥 𝍦 𝍧 𝍨

^ here's what they look like, placed in numerical order, from 1 to 9

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15 July 1968 Coughed up dark substance, throat sore, woke up in mask. She was hiding in the bathroom, took off her mask. My sweet Millie, shaking, bruised, black eye. Bathed her, so dirty, bloody. Didn't have to ask, told me everything. Walked down stairs to basement, turned around, her parents staring back, was in the Rosenbergs house.* What they did to her, what they did to a child, their child, touching her like that? Everyone knew, she ran away, so much guilt, little James alone. Scarred so deep, couldn't see didn't see. Am I wrong to love her?

*the house next to me doesn't have a window facing my kitchen, which is how Evie described it. The original house burned down in July of 1968. Evie never mentions this?

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