Burari Case Diary Notes Novels & Stories

He then rushed with it to Kobsook, who hurriedly took it from his hands and rushed out. Aroon sighed. He hadn't closed the drawer so he went back to the office room. He was about to close the drawer but something caught his attention. A reddish brown coloured diary. He hadn't seen it when he checked the room earlier. He took it and turned the pages and understood it was just his Dad's business diary. He was about to put it back but then he noticed something else, poking out from below the few files, the drawer contained. Aroon dragged the thing out. It was a rusty old key. It looked unique. So Aroon put the diary back and examined the key. It had an elephant symbol carved on top.

The bartender spoke. Turning to him, I took the glass and smiled. Along with the glass a little note was passed to me. Casually sipping on the glass, I read the note, 'Third seat of the left corner, curly-blonde girl in black short dress.' I looked in the direction and found out the girl. Once again reading the note, 'The deceased's illegitimate daughter. And the man in a black shirt beside her was the investigating officer of the case. They are suspicious_ The rest is yours.' Reading, I crumpled the note, shoving it into my pocket before turning to the bartender.

Slowly opening it, he revealed a pink diary adorned with a bunny hugging a carrot, its pages secured by a plastic lock requiring a password. Although the lock could have been easily broken, Landon hesitated, pondering for a moment before impulsively entering his birthday. The lock clicked open.

"Maybe this diary holds the key to uncovering more about my past." Sonia sat alone in her room, engrossed in the contents of Frank's diary and records spread out in front of her. With meticulous care, she arranged them in chronological order based on the dates inscribed on each page. Deeply curious, she decided to begin with the entry that coincided with her own birth year.

And a single, sealed manila envelope, gone brittle with age. LJ lifted the case out. It was surprisingly heavy. He set it on a dusty workbench and looked at me. “You should do it.” My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs. I reached out and unlatched the case. It wasn't a weapon. It wasn't a stack of damning documents. It was rows of neatly packed, chemical vials. Each one was carefully labeled with a string of letters and numbers that meant nothing to me. And nestled beside them was a bound laboratory notebook.

The paper contained only a few lines. No medical observations. No laboratory data. No technical language. Just a handwritten note. The date immediately caught his attention. It had been written four days before the doctor disappeared. His pulse quickened. "What is it?" Serena asked. Damian stared at the page. Then read it aloud. "I finally found the photograph." The room became still. "The child in the image is older than she should be." Nobody spoke. The sentence didn't make sense. Not immediately. Which was precisely what made it disturbing.

Painting always helped. flipped the sketchbook open,I pulled out a pencil from my bag and something slid out. A small leather notebook. Dark brown. Worn edges. Definitely not mine. I frowned and picked it up. “Did I buy a diary in my sleep?” I muttered. I opened it. The first page hit me like a punch. CHARLOTTE TILBURY: PRIVATE DO NOT TOUCH. SERIOUSLY. IF YOU’RE READING THIS, PUT IT BACK. My soul evaporated.

When my father woke and saw giggling Landon and cold, lifeless Aaron, he fainted again. This time, it was a stroke. His mouth twisted, his eyes drooped, and half his body was paralyzed. Vivian Harkins gripped the flash drive tightly. The police had returned it to her as a personal belonging. She inserted it into her laptop. When the folder opened, it contained not only the raw data for that paper. There was also a hidden folder. Its name was: Diary for Vivian Harkins. With trembling fingers, she clicked it open.

In her eight years, this was the first time she got wounded. I placed the blood in a tube like container. I stopped reading, my heart raced and I suddenly get restless. I placed the journal in my pocket and went upstairs. I took a peek in Talia’s room and saw her asleep. I was about to close the door when I saw something, it was glistening in her room. Tube like glass and contains a shimmering orange liquid. Wait! That’s the one Barbara was pertaining in her journal. I closed the door and head back to Barbara’s room.

Dayholt brought it for him, but forgetting all that Ryan had to pay for this. He wrote a lot of quotes, lyrics and some one liner too, there was one with a gardener, he read it, opening the 52nd page where a small dried lily petal was as a bookmark, “That gardener knew everything, he stayed quite, but how long? How long can he stay silent…” Interrupting his reading, he heard their front door cracking. He knew his friend came back, but it was too quick. He snapped closed the diary, hiding it under the bed when Darius came there carrying a white packet.