Creepypasta from the past

Pulled out a piece of history .. a drawer I thought would be nice to use for de-cluttering the tables.

A treasure chest .. folders from school. Sister found Mom's paper-blogs from the time we were born. Some good jokes and stuff. Knew mine wouldn't be as funny.

Started reading it from the end.

• Found several stories of an entity that inhabited the bedroom. Used to call them "bad hook" or "bad spirit" and for some reason, associated the smell of flesh to them.
• There was also someone else, who "lived near the stove", whom I called Narma.
• I guess there was a friend, whom I called "false bullet" or something. Claimed having discussed a lot of things with them. We even shared a car.
• One morning I had described a dream to Mom, saying: "Now I know how people die in car accidents. I saw it in a dream." Then continued with a description of broken bones, organs and a lot of blood.
• Another blog entry, mentioning someone's death.
• Enjoyed "reading" books, articles.
• Liked cranes, tractors, cars.

Oh, well. Gotta focus on the present now.. =)