Dear Journal:
I know I haven't written in here in a long time, but this is something I honestly cannot tell anyone else. At least not without making myself look crazy.
I've always known the old theatre was haunted, my grandma told me the story about how her best friend died when I was little, but the more time I spend there, the more convinced I am that it's true. But I suppose that's my own fault. After all, the main reason I volunteered so quickly was because I wanted to see supernatural activity.
Of course Jesalyn doesn't believe me. I know she doesn't exactly think highly of me, which I hate. It's of course weird to idolize her, but she's everything I try and fail to be. Ambitious, organized, out-going, reasonable.
But to her I'm just a measly over spooked high school loner.
Don't worry, Journal, this gets better. So many things happen that no one else know's about. I think I may be psychic, as ridiculous as that sounds. I feel frightened when there is no reason to be. I can feel a presence when no one is anywhere near me. Weirdest yet, I know things that I have no recollection of knowing. Like when Marsha asked me how many people were down in the dressing rooms, or if I knew where Morgan was. I didn't know the answers to either of these questions an yet I was still able to tell her.
Maybe I am crazy. Maybe all the solitude over the last few years has gotten to me and I'll end up in an asylum one of these days, who knows? But I don't think that's the case, this all has to be real, I know it. So I've messed with spirits a bit, but in my family, who hasn't? If there is a ghost in that theatre, it's in trouble and it needs help.

<3 Desi