A/N: This was born from me re-reading a journal entry I made about a moth or so ago. A line from the entry sounded too good to not be in a story. So, I opened up Zen Writer and got started! The diary entry in this story is basically mine except with a few differences, extra details and a few added things; if you have any questions about it, feel free to ask! And so now, I leave you to read and enjoy! ^.^
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Julie flipped through the diary she had found in one of her grandmother’s trunks. According to her mother, this trunk held things belonging to her great-aunt Trudy who had disappeared long before Julie or even her mother had ever been born.
Taking a glance around the mostly packed up attic, Julie hemmed and hawed over reading the private thoughts of the great-aunt she had never met but shrugged, deciding there was no harm in it and she deserved a break as she had been working for hours already helping her mother pack up her grandmother’s house.
Julie sat down on another trunk and flipped to the last entry in the diary, noting that the year was the year her great-aunt had disappeared and so Julie started to read, using the light from the swinging light bulb.
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