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Monday 12th FebruaryEdit

Dear Diary,

Today, my Mum and Dad bought the house of an elderly woman, I haven't personally met her, but according to my parents - she is kind and charming. When we start packing to move I will be able to have a look around and decide what room is mine; just to tone me and my little sister down with all the excitement that is frantically bouncing around the house. It's quite thrilling, to be perfectly honest; though I don't act like it - for social reasons. Being 15 is hard enough as it is you know, and having lived in this dead end flat my entire life, a house might be the thing to cheer me up.

Wednesday 27th MarchEdit

Dear Diary,

Apparently the house is not in our town, so we have had to move. I don't understand why my parents didn't tell me this, we just got told we were going on a trip for a while - and here we are, in the new house. It is not all bad though, I don't have to share a room with my sister anymore, who just shouts and screams for God knows how long every night and every day, constantly whining and whimpering about minor things, like losing her dolly. And also I have my own TV now, which is interesting; its quite old, but my parents say that we can get a new one when we settled into the new area. The TV came from the elderly woman, who said she didn't require it anymore, as she was moving to a retirement home; where they have their own TV. "The best of its day" She said, when she gave me the TV. Yeah, probably, for its time; not that I am ungrateful, but its more dusty than my bookshelves, even though she said she used it every day.

Sunday 3rd AprilEdit

Dear Diary,

The elderly woman that used to own this house was found dead by a river a while ago, with, as the news reported it; signs of a struggle, but no fingerprints. The police came to interview us a while back, because we had recently moved in and she was found dead just a few weeks later; so we told them everything, about how she stated she was moving to a retirement home, and that she gave me the TV. I don't know why, it didn't really seem relevant, however I do remember the Police asking for everything that happened while moving, so I guess that counts as evidence; in some universe. And my sister has been acting up recently, saying that she sees this face on the TV pop up at random intervals during a program for a split second, then disappears. As I told her not to go in my room several times, I simply scolded her, and then she went off crying, saying I was being horrible and not listening.

Wednesday 11th MayEdit

Dear Diary,

Due to my sister creeping me out last month; I have been keeping an eye out for random "faces" that can jump up and scare me, but it never has happened. She still says she sees it, so I asked her what the program she watches when it happens, and the response is always "In the Night Garden". This surprised me quite severely, as I remember it being so Innocent and Cheerful. Nevertheless, I watched it and nothing happened, other than a fierce stuttering. I'm tempted to watch it tomorrow with my sister to prove to her that she is massively overreacting.

Thursday 12th MayEdit

Dear Diary,

What... The... Fuck... I was watching TV with my sister, which was seen as "cute" by both my parents, however when I turned to look at my mum, she stared at my TV in Horror as my sister screamed. I was petrified with my mum, not being phased by a lot, to have a look on her face of that disgust. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a patchwork man, looking out at the screen, with wide eyes and a mouth drenched in blood... Then it phased back, into the happy-go-lucky show it originally was. My mum had a massive go at me for scaring my little sister by tricking her or some shit like that, I tried to explain to her what had been happening recently but she wasn't having any of it. So here i am, grounded, stuck in this god forsaken room with this fucked up TV that has a mind of its own. I've decided to unplug it and take it down from the low hanging ceiling that hovers over my room, and place it on the shelf adjacent to it. With that down I can probably get rid of the nightmares that are sure to haunt my mind for weeks to come.

Friday 24th MayEdit

Dear Diary,

Like I said before about the nightmares, i was right, kinda haunting right now. It is not even orthodox, the amount of strange stuff that happened recently. My parents have forgiven me for "scaring my sister" of which I had nothing to do with. Its all that old hags fault for bullshitting about a retirement home and saying that she used the TV every day, even though my sister cant look at that show anymore for the fear of the man in the TV. I am just glad its over.

Monday 27th MayEdit

Dear Diary,

I cant stand this fucking TV. It turns on in the middle of the night and just stares at me; the worst part is... I haven't plugged it in, its on the shelf it originally was on, and the plug is out of the socket. Trust me, i checked. It doesn't even move, the face, that is, all it does is stay there. I noticed, when we got back from holiday, i walked in and it was on. I really hope this is just some sick joke played by the Bitch who used to own this place, and not some cliche horror flick being played out in real life.

Tuesday 28th MayEdit

Dear Diary,

I tried everything. Turning the TV upside down, walk out the room for a drink, come back in, its facing the doorway and its turned on. Turning the TV around, walk out the room for a chore, come back in, its turned on. Move it outside, go inside to go on the computer in the lounge, go outside to play with the dog. You will never guess what, the TV is fucking gone. What do I see when I walk in my room? You guessed it, a fucking turned on TV facing the fucking doorway with that fucked up face on it that just fucking stares at me non stop for the remainder of the day. I don't understand, and its creeping me out now.

Wednesday 29th MayEdit

Dear Diary,

I just lost it today. The face isn't even scary anymore, it's just there, and I am aware of that, but its invisible to me now. But my mum thinks I have some fetish or something with that face, and so with that, I smashed it up. Sledgehammer and all, admittedly, I got told off for it, a massive scolding. "It was a gift, and you just throw it away like it was nothing" I got told. Like I give a shit, it was messed up in the wiring or something. I guess if you cant get rid of the problem with accepted reasoning's, just get rid of it completely.

Thursday 30th MayEdit

I got rid of the problem...

...Don't try and destroy my host...

Or I will destroy you...

...I am eternally alive...

I am forever dead...

...I am the Face of Television...

Enjoy the show...

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