The diaries of Jay Suston
When I was younger, I used to love keys. One Christmas, when I was about 7 or 8 years old, I went to my grandparents house with my parents. I stayed in one of there guest rooms by myself for the night. While I was supposed to be asleep, I was too excited and curious about the new room I was staying in so I got up and looked around. All that was in the room was an old bookshelf, my messy bed, and a chest. The books on the bookshelf were way too sophisticated for me to read and there was nothing to do on my bed but sleep. The chest caught my attention though. It was light brown, and a little beat up and worn out. On top of it was a key, and some old boxes. I took the key and put it in my backpack. I kept it in a safe spot for 10 years. Just recently, those same grandparents moved a few states away and they were giving away their belongings to make it easier to move there. It turns out, that chest was my great grandmothers and my grandma wanted me to have it. At the time she gave it to I had no idea it was the chest from back then. A few days ago, I found that key I took and tried it on the chest. It worked. Inside the chest, there were a few strange looking notebooks, covered in black paint. I haven't read anything yet but on the front of all of them, they say "The Diaries of Jay Suston." When I started reading them, I was in shock. There is some really strange stuff in these pages and I will post pictures and a typed transcript, entry by entry, soon.
