Kagome, Kagome

This is a diary story about an area in Japan during WW2. It is a true story of what happened to the children but I'am writing a diary 1st person perspective which is fiction. This story can be found online as a japanesse song: kagome kagome which translates to circle you, circle you. Also if you go on to www.creepypasta.com or google kagome kagome creepypasta you will find this story. This is about a girl named Helita in a Japanesse orphanage....enjoy!


4. Stop Staring At Me!


Dear diary; Today the Nazis were in our play room all day. They didn’t do anything to us like the blonde lady said “they won’t touch a hair on our heads” the Nazis did talk to a few children, one of the Nazis was staring at me the entire time, she was a girl Nazi but I didn’t like her, she scared me because she was looking at wouldn’t take her eyes off me, I tried going to the bathroom but she stared at me as I left the door and when I came back in her attention was drawn to me again. I began to draw in my sketch pad, it was a small sketch pad because I made it out of printer paper that I cut up into small rectangles and then taped them together to make pages. I liked to draw I drew whatever was on my mind most of the time it was pictures of other children in the play room, I drew the weird eye girl in my sketch pad. I drew her with red roses surrounding her and in the background there was 2 graves that read mum and dad behind the graves there was a tree that had a headless girl carved into the side. It was just a drawing the blonde lady says that drawing like that looks sinister and eerie but she didn’t mind because it was very detailed and I got angry at her at the time because I told her she could look at only one drawing but she flipped through them all so I hit her but she smiled still because she knows that if I hit her then she has done something wrong. I drew a picture of the lady who was staring at me, I did her with a large grin and eyes that looked a bit far apart from each other so she looked more creepy than the rest, she had a blood splattered face and she was holding an amputated arm in her left hand. For dinner today we had rice soup, it was bland and tasteless but I prefer it to dairy because I don’t like dairy. Today a kid bumped into me and I screamed at him and hit him so he hit me back and I began to cry because he hit me and I didn’t like to get hit. So I told the blonde lady and she said that was because he is a mean person and he hit me because he doesn’t like to be hit. And then she told me that if he hits me again I should tell her straight away and she will get in trouble and I agreed with that. Today the blonde lady told me that my birthday is in 4 days and I was happy to know that because that meant I only needed roughly 96 hours to go until I’am 8 and I know that because there is 24 hours in a day and double 24 would make it 2 days and double 24 is 48 and double that would be 2 more days so that makes 96 hours in total if you are measuring 4 days. But not much stuff other than that happened today good night diary.

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