A Halloween Story I Wrote in 9th Grade (untitled)

I was afraid to open the box. After all, it was Halloween. But my curiosity got the best of me. I took a deep breath and carefully lifted the lid. I looked into the box and was disappointed. All that was in there was a book. I picked it up and looked at its cover, but there was no title. Confused, I turned to the first page. There was a picture of a baby in a crib, along with a funny story about the baby. That's weird, I thought. The exact same thing happened to me when I was little. Oh well. It must be a common story. I turned the page again, seeing an adorable toddler. She looked at the camera with big brown eyes, smiling innocently. Along with the picture, once again, was a story about the toddler. Once again, the story was similar to one I recalled about myself. As I began to see a pattern, I warily turned the page. My fears were coming true; the next picture was the same one I had in my own album. I closed the book, too afraid to read any furthur. Instead, I sat and thought. I couldn't think of any explanation for this. I had never seen this book before; I had never even seen this room. Once again, however, my curiosity got the best of me, and I flipped open the book to the page I had left off on. Wondering if there was something more than just baby pictures, I kept turning until I reached a picture of me when I was 13. The story next to it was a very personal story that NO ONE had ever known about but me. At least, that's what I thought. With trembling hands, I slowly turned the page to age 14. It was a very current photo, taken just yesterday. It had to have been, because I was wearing an outfit that I had gotten 2 days ago. Confused but still curious, I reached for the corner of the next page to turn it. But before I got to it, I stopped. I was incredibly scared. Who knew what was on the next page? I decided to take a chance. I turned the page, eyes half-closed, afraid. I opened my eyes and looked at the page. There were no pictures here, only words. I read them and was even more puzzled. It said, "CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT--WHAT ABOUT YOU?" I guess it meant not to read furthur if I knew what was good for me. I was afraid and curious, and each was pulling to win. Half of me wanted to read on; the other half, to close the book and