January 11th 1997 : We were playing a game of hide and seek, so I hid in the cellar. How was I to know that nobody was going to find me there?
January 12th 1997 I am still in the cellar. I think that I am seeing things because I thought that I saw a large pile of bones laying on the floor. I don’t want my friends to see them when they come and find me but where should I hide it all?
January 13th 1997: Whoever finds this diary next, please give it to my loving mom and tell her to find my spirit in the cellar. Love you mom!