The Haunted House Diary

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Dear diary,

Hey, I found my old journal, which I lost a few years ago. I didn't even get to finish my last entry, because my cabinet fell over and nearly crushed me. I lost my mind that day, so I also lost the diary.

I've been here so long, I've lost track of the date. It's been at least five years since I've gone outside. I can't leave. This is where I must stay. Forever.

Here we are, the end of my sad life. So many years I spent in this house, I wish I could take it all back.

I haven't seen anypony else for a ages. The last time I saw someone, they came into the house to see where I was. They had to knock down the door because it was locked. Again. They came in and they found me, lying on the floor. They took my body away, but I stayed here. Now, every day, I go and sit by the back window. It doesn't really have a view. Just a lonely gravestone beside the house, covered with withering flowers. I always read what it says, just to remind myself of who is buried down there.

It's not that bad, being a ghost. But it's nothing compared to being alive. My friends can never see me again, I'm trapped here, and I have eternal consciousness, which will get a bit boring after a while. I never used to believe in ghosts, but now, there's no sense denying it. I am my own proof.

So now, what's left for me? I can do anything I want, but I can't leave. There's no escape. It's some sort of ghost thing, but whatever it is, I cannot leave. Ever.

I don't even know how my friends are doing. I know that Rainbow Dash was at my funeral, but after that she left Ponyville. I don't know where she is now. I don't know where any of them are now. They could all be gone. All that time we spent together, destroyed... by me. It's sad, but what does it matter. It doesn't change anything.

Perhaps they will demolish the house sometime soon. Then, my sad existence might finally come to a close.