Oscar was making his special fruit salad in the kitchen. He was cutting apples with a small knife. The mysterious diary was next to him on the kitchen table.
"Yes, Marcus. I'm ready. But you're late." Aunt Leona was talking to her boss on the phone.
Oscar grinned. An employee is telling her boss that he's late. The tables have turned.
"Okay. I'm coming out right now." She put down the receiver.
Oscar heard her footsteps coming towards the kitchen.
"Hey. I'll be leaving now." Aunt Leona told him.
"Yeah. I know." Oscar said cutting an apple.
She went over and kissed him on the cheek.
"Don't do that."
"Why?"
"Gotta leave some energy for your boyfriend." Oscar joked.
Aunt Leona gave him a wink. She started walking out of the kitchen.
"Wait." Oscar called.
She turned around. "Yes?"
"Do you know anyone named Samantha Nicole?"
Aunt Leona stared up at the ceiling. She always did when she was thinking.
"Nope. I've never heard of her."
"Okay." Oscar continued slicing the fruit.
Aunt Leona was going to ask why but she decided that she was already late.
"Stay safe, Oscar!" Aunt Leona said before leaving the house.
She closed the door and locked it.
Almost done, Oscar thought.
Suddenly, a mysterious wave of wind distracted Oscar. He glanced outside the kitchen. And accidentally cut his finger.
"Shit." The droplets of blood dripped on the open diary.
Oscar held his hand tightly to curb the bleeding. He took out a cloth a cupboard and wrapped it around his arm. Strange. Oscar stared at the diary. The drops of blood started moving on the page, arranging themselves into a pattern.
The blood suddenly disappeared from the page. But it was left on the top corner and spread into words.
Hello is anybody there? the drops of blood gathered themselves into a sentence.
Oscar took a pen from his jeans pocket. He wrote one line below the creepy line. Who is this?
A slight pause. Then came the words. I'm Samantha Nicole.
Oscar's eyes opened wide. Am I dreaming? A diary that wrote words on its own. Is this a new invention or something?
I'm Oscar Grant.
He waited for a reply. His eyes completely transfixed on the page.
Hello Oscar.
Oscar looked around. There was nobody there. This could be one of Abdullah's pranks. He must've bought this from Mystic Dave's shop.
Oscar closed the diary and smiled to himself. Just some silly joke. He went upstairs and entered the bathroom.
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