Toad: Wow! So are we supposed to guess if this story was true or false?
Mr. Blizzard: I guess so. That story seemed very odd.
Goombella: I really think it might be true, because it's possible that they had mistaken somebody else.
Birdo: Hmm, but the witnesses said that they saw his knee cap. I think this is fiction
Josh: With the researched knowledge I have read, there are such things as Guardian Angels. They exist.
Toad: Okay, I'll go with Josh
Mr. Blizzard: I'm think this story is pretty much fiction. I mean it might have happened, but I don't believe so. FICTION
Goombella: Meh. FACT
Host: Phew! I mean, thank you all for your vote. We could not have continued earlier due to one of you members having some slight problem, rather unknown and overall just plain confusing. Your vote was delayed.
Birdo: What do you mean?
Host: Never mind. Enjoy.
Toad: Aww, not again…
The host is sitting on a large wheelie chair, the type that would be spotted at the head of an office conference table. As he turns to face front, a laptop is seen right on his lap.
"Many people are known to have secret diaries in their possession. And not only are the contents of the diary kept a secret from others, but so is the existence of the diary itself. Back then, diaries were just books that people would write in with ink. Today's modern technology and next story uses a laptop to hide a person's deep secrets."
"Wendy Pledikt, a young toad, keeps her diary entries on her own laptop. She's considered the outcast in her school for having a mysterious power that others can't seem to grasp. But what she is about to see would threaten the lives of two other girls, who plan to expose the secrets within her computer."
Whenever I type on my computer, I know exactly what to write. I don't write things about me most of the time. In fact, I write a lot about others, mostly my classmates. That's why they think I'm weird and that's the reason I don't have that many friends. I can see stuff that didn't happen yet.
I remember saying a prediction relating to my teacher a year ago in ninth grade, during English class. That's when people started to dislike me instead of just ignore me. When I said that the teacher Mrs. Travis' dog would die, people laughed. Then the next day, her dog did die. I couldn't ignore the talking behind my back after that, and my teacher even sent me to a lower-leveled English class after that day. I felt so dejected.
Then a month after that, I told my science lab partner about a vandalism I was seeing at school in the future. My lab partner was a person last year I thought I had been a true friend of. But she had been playing with me the entire time, and after I had told her what I predicted, she blurted it out to the entire grade. It turned out that a person bombed a section of the school the next day, and that's when the insulting occurred for a week. I remember crying to myself during the seven hours of school days as the words "weirdo" and "freak" started to fly down onto me like bricks. After that, I was always alone. That's when I got my laptop and decided to keep all my secrets on it without letting anyone find out.
"That is so stupid!" said Sara Eiferman the Amazee Dayzee, who was walking down the quiet street that Wendy lived on. Right besides her was her best friend, Jenna Fleishman the pink Yoshi. They were two of the most popular girls of Sighkick Trewood High, and it was their attitudes that made them so popular ever since Elementary school. It was Saturday around noon, and the two of them were out of plans for the day.
"Like, who would want to do the play project on stupid Egyptians writing on papaya paper?" Sara said. "Alexia is so brainless. What a geek."
"You said it," replied Jenna in agreement. Then she stopped and looked besides her, right at the house of Wendy's.
"Isn't that the house of that freak, in our Social Studies class?" she asked Sara, pointing to the average-sized house that had a number eleven on it.
"I remember her being in this lawn," Sara answered back, "Wasting her time with her usual gardening of the plants."
"Yeah, I remember the number eleven when we went trick or treating last week," Jenna remembered.
"I think I have an idea," said Sara with grin, as she told her friend excitedly.
I heard the voice of Sara calling for me from the window. It was rare to see people from my school wanting to see me, especially people who were so popular. Sara and Jenna were the most known people of Sighkick Trewood High school and I immediately walked up to the window to see the two of them walk up to my house.
"Hey, Wendy!" Sara called out to her, as Wendy opened the window to look at them. They both had smiles on their faces that felt the slightest of welcoming to her.
"Wendy!" Jenna called out once again, even though they were already aware that they had already received her attention. Wendy just stared at them with a look of interest.
"Since you can see the future, can you guess what will happen in the next few seconds?" Jenna asked her. Wendy looked at them with perplexity.
"Too late, loser!" Sara shouted. They both pulled out their right hands from behind them to reveal two white eggs grasped in their hands. As Wendy stepped back in alarm, they both threw their eggs at the window directly at her with full force. With quick reflexes she was able to close the window shut right when one of the eggs maimed her glass window and splattered yolk and shell over it. She was stricken with shock as she looked through the slimy mess on the window, seeing the two girls laughing, walking slowly off of her lawn.
I was not sure why, but I didn't hate them. I hated myself for being different. As I just stood there trying to hold back any anger or tears that might appear suddenly any second, I decided to replenish myself by taking a walk to the pharmacy store five minutes from my home.
"Did you see that look on her face when we took the eggs out from our backs?" Jenna exclaimed, laughing. "Priceless!"
"It's too bad she closed the window just when the egg was about to hit her," said Sara, as if she was actually disappointed that it had missed her face. "What is she, some supernaturally-reflexed creature?"
They heard a sound behind them, and the door opened to reveal Wendy walking off wearing her long coat. The two girls rapidly ran behind a bush in caution as Wendy walked out towards the street. They both took a sigh.
"I think she's planning to go somewhere special," Jenna said, "All by herself. Boohoo."
"Who cares if she goes to a stripper house or what not?" said Sara. "Now that we're here, all I want to do is…"
The both of them looked at each other in exhilaration. "The computer!"
"Remember when she brought her laptop to school once?" remembered Jenna. "Joe Frappollo tried to spill his lemonade all over it."
"And those damn reflexes again!" Sara hissed. "I bet she's majoring in reflex skills at her Witchcraft classes."
"Does she even go to witchcraft school?" Jenna asked her.
"I'm kidding, dumb head," Sara replied. "Now, let's find a way to get inside this shack." As Wendy disappeared from sight, the two of them snuck to the front door, only to find it locked securely. But there was always other ways. They tried the windows, then went to the side of the house and tried opening other windows. But they were either too high or not able to be opened from the outside.
"The back door," noticed Jenna. They both saw the back door, and through the glass they could see that it led directly into the living room. As they tried to open it, they unexpectedly turned the knob fully.
"I can't believe she left this door open," Sara scoffed, as they both entered into the house. "If I were a robber I would go on a stealing spree right now."
"The computer!" Jenna exclaimed. On the dinner table was Wendy's laptop, the screensaver displayed on it. As they both went over to it, they moved the mouse and saw the login screen.
"Wendy," Sara read. "Password?"
"Try the password hint," suggested Jenna.
"Password Hint," Sara read even more, "My name. My name?! Ha!" She typed in "Wendy", and a welcome logo popped up. As the girls did a little victory dance, the icons were loaded faster than they expected.
"Click on 'Diary'," Jenna said with a grin. As they clicked on the icon on the screen with a book with 'Diary' labeled beneath it, a page of documents popped up immediately.
"Is this like Microsoft Word?" wondered Sara. "It looks really different."
"Hey, read this," pointed out Jenna. "'Date: 11/2/07.'"
IT WASN'T FAIR FOR MICHELA. ASHLEY CHEATED ON THE SCIENCE REPORT AND RECEIVED THE AWARD CERTIFICATE.
"She's saying Ashley cheated for that prize?" Sara said, looking besides her at Jenna. "What a liar. Michela lost fair and square."
"There's a lot more," said Jenna, as she scrolled down further. "It's about the others at school.
"POOR FRANK. HIS BROTHER IS GOING TO BE VERY SICK THIS YEAR, AND HE WILL MISS A LOT OF SCHOOL DAYS BECAUSE OF IT.
"Aww, how sad," Sara said in a voice of sarcasm and pity
I DON'T THINK TREVOR IS A NERD. HE IS PLANNING TO BECOME THAT FAMOUS SCIENTIST HE WOULD BECOME WHEN HE GROWS UP.
"Uh…" was all Jenna could say. "Is she stalking all these people?"
"More like seeing their private futures," Sara explained.
MRS. EVES IS GOING TO BE FIRED SOON. LOTS OF CHILDREN WILL BE DISAPPOINTED, AND SO WILL I.
"No, not Mrs. Eves!" said Jenna, looking at the screen. "Like, she's my favorite Latin teacher, and when she's gone I'll-" She turned to see Sara looking at her, her eyebrows furrowed with a face that seemed to say, 'You think this is true?'
"I mean, of course that's all what she believes," Jenna explained rapidly. Sara's faced calmed down.
"So, she has all this stuff about these other students in here," said Sara. "Are we in here?" At right timing, there was a name at the bottom of the page that caught their eyes, as they both read the entry.
SARA WAS TALKING TO HER BOYFRIEND NATHAN YESTERDAY. POOR SARA, I DON'T THINK THEIR RELATIONSHIP WILL LAST TOO LONG ANYMORE.
"What?" Sara exclaimed in disbelief, "What is she saying about me and Nathan? Wendy's such a jerk."
"That's what she thinks," Jenna reminded her quickly, hoping that her friend wouldn't become too offended. "I mean, it can't really be true."
"Well, she can think whatever she wants to think in her own stupid mind," Sara said in a tone of exasperation. Suddenly, she looked up from the screen and out the window to see Wendy walking towards the house with a bag in her hand.
"Oh my gosh, she's back!" she whispered. Without bothering to turn of the laptop or x-out the page, they opened the back door and went out as quickly as they had entered. Wendy opened the front door and set her stuff down, then looked at the laptop on her table.
I saw my laptop on the table, and saw that my Diary program was open and that the screensaver was not displaying. But I remembered logging off before I had left the house. I couldn't assume anything, and it gave me that creepy feeling that I didn't like.
"Now Latin will suck," said Jenna gloomily, walking up to the microwave to remove the popcorn she had overheated for too long. Sara was opening up a DVD container as she inserted the disc into the player.
"Well, changes aren't that bad," Sara said as she turned around. "But let's forget about that. Movie starts at eight o'clock in the Eiferman house."
"Poor Mrs. Eves," Jenna couldn't help saying. She emptied the container of popcorn into the bowl she had gotten out from the dishwasher, and walked over to the couch with the bowl in her hands. Sara looked at her in panic.
"Where did you get that bowl?" she asked.
"The…dishwasher?" replied Jenna.
"We used that pink bowl yesterday to carry an injured bird in!" Sara explained. Jenna made a face of disgust as she went her way back to the kitchen.
"Well, thanks for telling me earlier," Jenna said sarcastically.
"Telling you that dirty dishes are in the dishwasher is a pointless fact to remind someone," Sara said back. "Just pop another popcorn box in the microwave and use a clean bowl this time." Jenna did so as fast as she could. They needed to watch the movie and she needed to get home by ten.
After an extraneous time of ten minutes had passed by, the making of the second bowl of popcorn took longer than Jenna had thought it would take. She entered the living room to see Sara, talking on the phone as loud as she could.
"You freakin' idiot!" Sara shouted towards the cell phone in her hand. "You can't make this up! That was the reason I wanted to be with you in the first place, you moron! No, Nathan, you're out! Shut up!" She threw the phone down onto her lap and turned it off, sighing heavily. Then she turned to Jenna, who had an amazed look on her face.
"What?" she asked her. "Used another dirty bowl by accident? It's already 8:10."
"Was that Nathan?" Jenna asked her in curiosity.
"Yeah," she answered. "It was that self-centered ass who called me. Why do you care?" Then her face suddenly matched the look of Jenna's.
"Yeah," Jenna said. "Remember what she had said about you breaking up with Nathan? And Mrs. Eves being fired? It all came true." Sara's surprised face turned into a look of disgust, as she pressed the play button on the DVD remote.
"You don't actually believe she's a psychic, do you?" said Sara. Jenna didn't reply, nor did she shake her head in any way. In the inside she knew that Wendy was indeed a person who could see future events that never happened, but she refused to tell Sara she believed in such stuff.
"Okay, she has good hunches," Sara pointed out. "And you know what? We will go to her house first thing in the morning, and we will see her online diary again to see what other stuff she's guessing."
"Get into her house again?" Jenna repeated in doubt. "I bet she locked the back door already."
"And I bet she didn't even know we even entered her home," replied Sara. They both settled into their chairs and enjoyed the movie that night: The Sixth Sense.
The door knob turned fully once again as Sara and Jenny walked into the Pledikt house the next morning. Right on the table was the laptop, directly where it was the previous day.
"I don't think we should be doing this again," Jenna said, almost to no one in particular. "Not to mention that Wendy and her parents are probably upstairs sleeping."
"Relax," Sara said. "Let's just see what else she had written down last night." She logged into the account of Wendy and opened up the diary icon as quickly as she could.
"Look, she wrote entries for yesterday, date 11/3/07," said Sara in excitement.
SNOW DAY ON WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER SEVENTH. BOOK REPORT NOT DUE TILL THURSDAY.
"That's one reason it's good to believe that her predictions are accurate," Jenna joked. But then the next entry below made Jenna wish she hadn't of said such a thing.
I SEE SOMETHING BAD HAPPENING. THERE'S SMOKE ALL OVER THE PLACE.
SMOKE IS COVERING THE ENTIRE AREA.
SMOKE ALL OVER JENNA'S HOUSE.
Jenna's face was stricken with fear as she looked at the words in alarm. Even Sara seemed a little startled as she read the entry.
"No," Jenna said. She looked further down the page and saw no more entries Wendy had written.
"She's tricking you," said Sara, who was already jumping to conclusions too fast. "She probably knows that we had snuck here yesterday and read her computer. What a cruel hag."
"I'm not sure," Jenna said, turning to face the back door. "I need to go home now, just in case." She picked up her bag and opened the back door, and without saying goodbye she left as fast she could. Sara stared at the computer screen in silence, wondering what could be going on with Wendy's diary entries. If there really was a problem at Jenna's house, she thought, and then something was definitely out of the ordinary.
Sara was at her house preparing lunch when she picked up the ringing phone. It was unusual for her because the home phone was never really contacted by other people. Others usually called her family members and her through their cell phones.
"Hello?" she answered. "Hello? Oh, Jenna. No, nothing. Do you want to see…what? What is it?" Her face was suddenly full of immediate worry.
"There was a large fire that destroyed a lot of our possessions," Jenna whispered through the phone. "A bunch of furniture, a TV set, water pipes all over the place are broken, and my cell phone is nothing but ash. There's a giant hole in our home now that's exposing us to the cold." She paused.
"Wendy knew this was going to happen," Jenna finally said. "There's no use denying the fact that she can see the future. She knows the fates of all of us."
"Well, if she can know all about this stuff that hasn't been yet to come," Sara replied back, "Then maybe she won't be the only one making use of it."
I couldn't control it. I could see the future events happen before my eyes, and I felt like it was my duty to record each and every prediction I had. Then, I had suspected that Sara and Jenny were sneaking into my house to read my diary and its contents. I knew that what they were doing was wrong, but I couldn't stop them.
But the feelings that controlled my body were too overwhelming the night of Jenna's house fire. I felt something worse was going to happen to Sara and Jenna, something sinister and deeper than anything that I had predicted before. And I needed to stop it from coming. It was lucky than the two of them decided to drop by my house.
"Hello?" Wendy answered as she opened the door. Sara and Jenna were standing there with huge smiles on their faces.
"Umm, hi," Wendy said, confused on why they had arrived at her house thirty minutes after school had ended.
"Hey, Wen," said Sara.
"Hi!" said Jenna.
"I know we haven't really been that best of friends all the time," Sara explained. "So we're really sorry." Wendy just looked at her, surprised.
"I know we had been really mean witches on Saturday," Jenna told her. "But now we apologize. And that, all is forgiven, right?"
"Yeah, umm, sure," said Wendy, not sure what to say. "Sure!" Sara and Jenna's smiles grew even more.
"Do you want to come inside?" Wendy asked them. The two of them exchanged glances.
"Sure!" they said simultaneously. The three girls went into the house.
It was only a mere five minute visit. Sara and Jenna opened the door to leave the house, but were stopped by Wendy.
"I'm going out of town to do this Science study for school," said Wendy. "I'm not sure if Mrs. Margolis told the school nurse if I was going to be out tomorrow, so…do you mind at all if you can just tell the nurse tomorrow that I'm out?"
"Of course not!" said Jenna. "You are so lucky to miss school."
"Wait, when are you leaving?" Sara asked her.
"Today at six," Wendy said. "I'm actually going to sleep over at a hotel tonight with my parents. I guess I am lucky." Sara's eyes gleamed with thankfulness.
"Okay, see you!" said Sara. The two of them walked down the front steps slowly, as Sara's mind raced with ideas.
"Bye!" Wendy called out. For some reason, she felt the slightest bit of acceptance. Two popular girls had just apologized to her for their actions, and even visited her house to say sorry. Wendy started to think that perhaps Sara and Jenna weren't really as bad as she thought they were. But of course, she wasn't aware that they had just been playing with her.
That day before leaving, Wendy turned on the computer and wrote a single entry in her diary. She typed nervously, in fear and as anxious as ever. When she was done, she left her computer on the table, unlocked the back door, and left with her parents out of town.
"I really think we should stop this," Jenna said cautiously, as they entered Wendy's house for the fourth time in three days. There on the table was Wendy's laptop.
"That dwit left her computer at home?" Sara said in disbelief. "And she left the charger too! Just how lucky can we be?"
"No, we shouldn't be doing this at all," Jenna realized. "We can't expose all of this in class."
"Listen," Sara said, almost in a snapping voice. "There is no harm. She'll be blamed for everything. We'll arrive tomorrow Tuesday morning and bring this laptop to first period Social Studies."
"And we're going to present tomorrow?" Jenna asked. "How do you know that?"
"I'm sure we will, so be quiet," ordered Sara. "We'll say we used Wendy's laptop to make our slideshow. Then, we'll hook the overhead projector with the laptop and all that techno junk, and whatever is on the screen would show on the whiteboard."
"And that would be…the diary entries?" Jenna said in confirmation.
"Wait till everyone sees!" said Sara excitedly. "All this private stuff about classmates that Wendy wrote. The diary would finally be exposed! I bet Mr. Hosser would get really upset and possibly tell the principal."
"But wouldn't we get in trouble?" Jenna wondered out loud.
"It'll look like an accident when we expose it," Sara said. "We'll be fine."
The two of them packed up Wendy's laptop, and through the cold night they went back to their homes with the device in their possession.
"Presentation time!" Mr. Hosser the Social Studies teacher announced. A number of the students in the class groaned.
"Every one of you tenth graders had a partner and an entire week to complete this," Mr. Hosser said in a tone of notice. "I don't expect any malfunctions, incompleteness, or unprepared teams to present their slideshows. With that, who would like to go first?"
A fraction of the thirty students had indeed not finished their project with their partners, and they either looked to the ground or pretended not to hear the teacher. Nobody expected Sara to raise her hand confidently in the air.
"Sara Eiferman, you courageous scholar," Mr. Hosser said jokingly.
"We need to hook up this laptop onto the overhead," Sara told him, getting the laptop up from the floor. "Can you do that?"
"Why, shouldn't you have saved your work onto the website?" Mr. Hosser said in a bothered voice.
"The website was down yesterday," Jenna thought up quickly. "Right, guys?" They turned around to the others, who knew exactly that the girls wanted them to reply in agreement. They did so, the thirty of them speaking and nodding at the same time.
"Really?" Mr. Hosser questioned. "Well then, I suppose that really isn't the fault of your two." The teacher did all the hooking up as the two girls looked at each other.
"This is it," Sara whispered. "Now the diary of Wendy mystery will finally be no more of a secret." Jenna looked back at her in uneasiness.
"Done!" he said, pluggint he last wire into a part of Wendy's laptop. "Now present before the class ends. Chop chop!"
They turned on the laptop, and everything on it showed up on the screen. Then when the login screen appeared, the class started to murmur at the name, 'Wendy'.
"Hey!" called out Joe Frappollo from the back of the room. "That's Wendy's laptop, isn't it?"
"Oh yeah, she was soo nice enough to let us borrow it," Jenna said with a smile. "Both of our computers broke down, and she gave us hers to use for the week."
"So, where did we save our work?" said Sara in a fake voice of puzzlement.
"Umm, I forgot!" Jenna replied in the same tone of confusion. "Wasn't it on one of those confusing programs?"
"Hmm, I really think we saved it on Power Point," said Sara, clicking all over the place. The class slumped back in their chairs in boredom.
"Oh, I just forgot," Sara said in a forgetful tone of voice.
"Girls," said Mr. Hosser. "If you have trouble 'locating' your slideshow, perhaps another group would be willing to go first instead, while you search."
"Wait no, I got it!" Sara exclaimed, and with a grin of evil on her face she knowingly clicked on a blank icon with no name. Documents flooded the page as the class watched in confusion. The word 'DIARY' was written across the top, with the date 11/6/07.
"That's Wendy's diary!" a girl exclaimed from the front row. The other students were suddenly refreshed in curiosity as they looked. Sara had created the program to automatically scroll down on itself, so the class could get a look at all the entries.
"Whoops, I think that was the wrong button!" Sara said. "But wait! What is this?"
"Excuse me, but what is going on?" questioned Mr. Hosser, looking at the words on the screen. The class was fully engaged.
CONNIE IS GOING TO BECOME AN ACTRESS WHEN SHE GETS OLDER. HOWEVER, THIS WOULD CAUSE PROBLEMS IN HER FAMILY.
"What the heck?" Connie the toad shouted from the back of the room. "Why is she writing about me?" The class started to laugh.
JAMES IS ALWAYS WANTING TO GET RACHEL'S ATTENTION. TOO BAD, HE'S GOING TO BE DISAPPOINTED.
A koopa troopa in the front row turned beet red, as the class erupted in laughter.
"Stop this, right now!" demanded Mr. Hosser.
"I, I don't know how to!" Sara said falsely. She pretended to be trying to X-out the page and do anything she could to close it. "This is Wendy's laptop!"
Secrets after secrets were exposed. The students were a loud mess, laughing and shouting as more words were shown on the overhead. As Sara hid her enjoyment, Jenna still felt that what they were doing right now was beyond wrong. It seemed prohibited in some strange way.
ANDRES IS GOING TO FAIL PHYSICS. I FEEL SORRY FOR HIM.
HANNAH WILL ATTEMPT TO LEAVE HOME TOMORROW BECAUSE HER MOM WOULD NOT APPROVE OF HER SCHOOL GRADES.
SOPHIE WILL BE EMBARRASED SOON WHEN SHE GETS CAUGHT CHEATING IN SOCIAL STUDIES.
"What a freak!" shouted a student.
"Wendy's definitely a witch!"
"I knew she was a type of species from another world."
"I want that laptop shut off right now!" Mr. Hosser demanded angrily. The screen scrolled down even further to reveal an entry not written by Wendy, but by Sara that morning. Jenna looked away in discomfort.
MR. TED HOSSER IS SUCH A BAD TEACHER. HE WILL BE FIRED AFTER I FALSELY ACCUSE HIM FOR ASSAULTING ME.
"Whoa!" exclaimed a student. Sara smiled deviously, as Mr. Hosser's face turned to a stunned one. The students were laughing uncontrollably.
"I am reporting this laptop and its contents to the head office!" he shouted. "Turn it off, right now!" Sara turned to Jenna with an amazed smile of how great their plan had gone. But Jenna was at the edge of worry.
"This is wrong," she said quietly. Sara could barely hear her over the intense sounds as Mr. Hosser picked up the phone and exited the room to talk outside in fury. With the teacher out of the room, Sara suddenly burst out laughing herself.
"She's a freak! A witch!" Sara shouted. The class was still sucked into their laughter as further entries were shown. Sara laughed with them, not stopping in any way possible as all but Jenna laughed away in unison. She looked besides her at Jenna again and expected to see that uncomfortable look of hers. But her look was beyond that. It was a look of shock
Then the class stopped their own laughter suddenly, as if a spell had spilled over them in a silent hush. Their faces become confused and troubled as they looked at the overhead screen. The room had turned into dead silence in just a matter of seconds.
"Ha!" said Sara. "What's wrong? Were you guys suddenly offended or what?" The class remained silent, not taking their eyes of the entry that was displayed on the board.
"What is it?" she asked finally in confusion.
Sara looked at Jenna and saw her mouth agape. Her eyes were wide with terror as she eyed the last entry of the page. Sara turned around to face the screen slowly, and she looked in horror along with everyone else at the last contents of Wendy's diary.
THAT HORRIBLE FEELING HAS COME OVER ME AGAIN, AND THIS TIME IT IS CLEAR.
SOMETHING HORRIBLE IS GOING TO HAPPEN.
I SEE A BIG IMPACT.
I SEE FIRE, AND DEATH.
SARA AND JENNA WILL BE KILLED IN A CAR CRASH ON THEIR WAY TO A NIGHT PARTY.
The host finishes typing his own entry on the laptop and presses the 'ctrl' and 's' buttons down simutaneously.
"The story ends before the fates of Sara and Jenna are revealed. Unfortunately, it turned out that Wendy had not been able to warn them enough, and they were both involved in a fatal crash a week later while driving to one of their relative's house for a party. Were the girls' fates really seen by Wendy? Perhaps they were alarmed remembering the contents of Wendy's diary entry the week prior, and had driven in panic into their own demise. Or did Wendy foresee it as a psychic, as much as she foresaw the numerous events that had occured previously? When determining whether the story of the diary of unseen events is true or false, will you make your unknowing prediction, or have you already been seeing ahead to the truth of it?"
Is this story true or false? We'll tell you at the end, but next, a favorite song of a person brings doom for her future, on Beyond Belief, Fact or Fiction.