Her diary part I

As i walk inside a cemetery, passing through the death's grave. I found a red velvet diary. The diary didn't have a name in it, but this diary is from the 1700's. It was filled with poems written, oh how gothic literature made the past beautiful and having people write something unique. I took it with me, and no one stop me. I put it in my hand bag and ran to my house. As i ran inside there, i speed up to my room as if i was running away from the police. When i locked up myself in my room for everyone to keep out, i took out the diary. When i took it out, i always thought what life this person had, why did this person left a diary in the grave for everyone to read, what could it be. I had to found out what's in this diary.

TO BE CONTINUED....