Raisa’s diary entry (9/24/1955)

by creeperfeverdreams

Published September 9, 2026

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In Creepypasta stuff

*This fanfic is under my folder “Creepypasta stuff”. Gacha Club character designs are under this forum: https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/topic/117842-my-character-designs-lt-33-3?start=210. The main character is my ship child OC, the daughter of the Creepypasta characters Laughing Jack (clown) and Jason the Toymaker (he looks human but he’s not). She is eight years old. Anyway, enjoy!*

9/24/1955

Hello,

I HATE my dreams!! I don’t want to go to sleep anymore! Last night I dreamed that I was in a different house and I was screaming “stop!” but I don’t know why I was screaming it. My fathers came into my room because it turns out I was screaming in real life.

The night before I had a dream that all the doll children were bloody and they were crawling all over the floor and spitting bugs. It was so gross! I think they were trying to crawl to me and make me like them!! So disgusting!!!!

And I HATE HATE HATE the kids at school! They’re never nice to me but now they are even worst than they were before!  One of the girls in my class pulled on my hair and saw my face AND THEN SHE CALLED ME UGLY! Everybody else laughed! So I did something that I only do to the dolls and I kicked her! She started crying like a baby and then the teacher made me sit in a chair in the corner because I was “being bad”. She said she was going to hit me with a ruler if I did that again.

I didn’t do it again. I told my parents what happened and they said that I don’t have to go to school anymore. I’m happy they’re not mad at me. 

I’m gonna tell my parents that I want to go to Disney World again. I hope they will let me go. I don’t want to be in this town anymore. I don’t want to get out of my room unless I’m going to Disney World.

I want to see Mickey Mouse.

Goodbye,

Raisa Accardi.

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