I’ve been seeing things… things I don’t want to see… things I shouldn’t see, but I see them. Their sight haunts my nightmares as much as when I’m awake. I try not to sleep too much, I wake up in strange places if I fall too deeply in my sleep. I thought I was sleepwalking at first, but last morning when I woke up in the library of the house, there was feet marks on the floor, going right towards where I’d been left. I didn’t know what to think of it, except that something dragged me there.

I am not losing my mind, I am very much aware of my senses… it’s this house, something’s wrong with it. I feel like I’m not alone, as if there was always something watching me. I’m scared it’s malevolant… that it’s trying to kill me. There are odd things existing in this world, things we couldn’t imagine, but they are still there, unlike us and at the same time, much like us humans : maybe because that’s what they used to be once, a very long time ago, before they became monsters haunting this house.

I considered leaving numeral times, but I never resolved myself to it. I feel an appeal to these lost souls, to this malignant place. See, I was born and lived here until the age I was bride to be. I moved with my husband in a little flat in London, until he died. Five years of marriage is all I got to share with him before becoming a widow. My parents who died three years prior today in an accident, left me with this estate where I decided to move back in, to go on with my life; the deaths of people never affected me much, I’ve always thought when the ones we care for die, they somehow remain, and we can still feel them around us.

This, and my strange visions, were proof enough to me there was a life after death.  I started writing in this diary all the strange things that would occur in this place, that way I could keep track of everything unnatural that happens. Now I’m scared whatever is here with me and I can’t see, is after my life. I want this diary to be my memoir, to be a testimony that if I die, it was from an evil presence.

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