THE DIARY REVIEW

The Diary is a slow-burning Spanish thriller that doesn’t just creep under your skin. It moves in, unpacks, and redecorates. Dubbed for international thrill seekers (yes, that’s us), it’s part ghost story, part therapy session, and full-on descent into one mother’s unraveling.

Olga just wants a fresh start for her and her daughter, Vera, after a divorce. A new house, a new chapter, except the house has other ideas. First red flag. A mysterious chest that keeps showing up, like it pays rent. Then there’s a diary that’s still being written. By who? Don’t ask. But things go from “fresh start” to full-blown paranormal meltdown in record time.

As dread builds, therapist Carlos tries to keep Vera grounded. But even he’s not ready for this supernatural spiral. Meanwhile, Olga’s ex, Víctor, and his new partner, Mariana, stir up just enough chaos to keep the drama on a low, dangerous simmer. Everyone’s got secrets, but the diary. It has receipts.

What starts as a slow psychological drip ends with a gut-punch of emotion and supernatural dread. The pacing? Intentional. The payoff? Absolutely worth it. The Diary doesn’t scream, it whispers, and that’s somehow even scarier.