Dear diary,
After years of not seeing my old pal, Frankenstein I see he has gone mad. Collecting body parts from corpeses. Though fasinating I must say I am a bit worried about his obsession over creating life. I'm still trying to rest my thoughts on what had happened today... Frankenstein has created a monster! He says he was only trying to create a creater so beautiful like an angel and only serve for good, but the outcome was very unsettling, with a red glare upon his eyes, his worn out sickened face, and his lifelss charcol lips. When I tried to stop this before it was to late Frankenstein striked me with a chair.
A woman named Elizabeth cam to visit Frankenstein, but he was not there at the momment. So I kindly told her that there was a hotel across the street that she could stay in. Of course putting that in the conversation I had to offer to carry her luggage as curtacy. She was a very polite woman and not selfish at all for coming all that way from her town to give Frankenstein the news of his poorly ill father.
But again back to the monster Frankenstein had created, who knows what this creater is capable of... he could be just a mass of destruction only to harm those in his way. If only Frankenstein thought about the future and outcomes of this monste. The expirement was extremly interseting, only for the fact that again the monster... I can only hope of what will happen.
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