Oscar woke up to the light of his bedroom window. He rubbed his eyes to see clearly. Aunt Leona stood by the window adjusting his curtains.
"How was your night?" she asked.
"I think I should be asking you that first." Oscar replied sitting up on his bed.
"Oh, I didn’t sleep with him." She started pacing towards the doorway.
"Poor guy." Oscar muttered to himself then laid back on his bed again.
He tried to get some sleep in order to see that beautiful girl again. But it was of no use. He took a nice, warm bath and then called Abdullah on his cellphone.
"Oh, shit." Abdullah said picking up the call on the first bell.
"Are you sick again?" Oscar asked.
"Nope. I forgot to put my cell on silent again."
"You were asleep?"
"I'm awake now. So what's up?"
Oscar glanced at the brown diary on his bedside table "I didn’t fall for your prank."
"What prank?"
"Don't act so innocent. You sent me this weird book called The Diary of Samantha Nicole."
There was a slight pause.
"I really don't know what you're talking about." Abdullah said from the other end.
Oscar giggled. "Dude. It's obvious you gave this diary to me. It's all full of supernatural mumbo jumbo that you're into."
"Uh-huh. How 'bout you meet me in Drake Park in one hour?"
"Sure. Bye."
"Bye."
Oscar cut the call and smiled. Abdullah must really take his jokes seriously. He picked up the diary and opened it.
All of yesterday's dialogues were gone!
Oscar flipped through the pages. Blank. Only the front title was still there. He took a pen from his desk and started writing. Are you still there?
Oscar waited. No reply. Then the ink suddenly dissolved into the paper and disappeared.
Oscar rubbed his forehead. How did it work before?
"I got it!" He grabbed the diary and went down the stairs to the kitchen. He heard the sound of the TV playing so that meant his Aunt was in the living room.
Oscar steadily reached for a small knife near the sink. He took it and ran back upstairs to his bedroom and closed the door behind him.
Oscar put the book on his writing desk. He cut the finger which was right next to his already bandaged finger.
Tiny drops of blood dripped down onto a page of the diary. Then they sunk inside the paper and vanished. Then a sentence appeared at the top of the page written in his blood, So you're back Oscar?
Oscar blinked several times. It's happening again.
Oscar replied in ink. Yes.
It is so wonderful to be able to talk to someone again.
Who are you?
There was a slight pause.
Pour some of your luscious blood on the other page.
Oscar hesitated a moment before complying.
He squeezed his cut finger. The droplets of red liquid poured onto the page adjacent to the other one.
The blood disappeared again. Then, instead of words, a drawing began being illustrated. The structure developed into a portrait. A picture of a girl standing in a ballet pose.
Oscar gasped. It was the same girl he had seen in his dream!
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