Tuesday, 6:35 PM
My home, my last refuge, has betrayed me. I formerly was bathed in the securing buzz of the radiant florescence, but that has ceased, and I am bounded by my enemies in this darkening tomb. I have eight candles that may stave off the gloom, when it comes, for a few days.
Wednesday, 7:00 AM
My food is diminishing, and I fear that I may starve. The food I have will need to last me until my enemies lose vigilance, and I don’t predict that any time soon. The water looks very brown, it tastes strange too, and my guess is that they poisoned the well. There is some water in the basement; it’s quite dirty as well, but it is not poisonous. The refrigerator has no frigidity anymore, nor does the light that used to splash onto me whenever I opened the door
Wednesday, 10:04 PM
The candles are the only light in the world, with which I can scan my setting in case they sneak up on me. When they do come, I have my shovel for them.
Thursday, 1:55
Help me through this night. I cannot sleep; I fear my enemies have pervaded my home. Two candles are nearly spent.
Thursday, 12:34 PM
I got to sleep, but my candles went out during the night, and I have only 3 matches left. I don’t know what I’ll do when I can’t make fire. I looked for food, and I found half of a loaf of very hard bread in the kitchen. I’m running out of resources, and I can’t think of what I’ll do.
Thursday, 8:46 PM
Only two matches left. Four of my candles are used up. I need to take careful inventory, so I always know just what I have. It may have to last me a few weeks, or even months, if they don’t give up soon. I see them walk past my house, my final sanctuary, where I’m hiding from them. They might know I’m here, and they’re still planning a way to capture me. As long as my shovel is with me and I hide very well when I go to sleep, I think I can live for long enough.
Friday, 4:42 AM
Tonight, with my last match, I’m going to start a fire in the fireplace with my wooden furniture. If I can keep it going, it will give me light for a long time, maybe long enough to outlast my enemies.
Friday, 8:40 PM
The fire is immense, and I used part of my chair to feed it. I ate a wedge of Stilton that I found in the refrigerator, but it tasted strange, and I threw up. They must have poisoned it.
Saturday, 9:29 AM
I found a rat in my house. It was spying for them, and stealing my food. I hit it with my shovel, and it stopped. I put it in my fireplace, where the fire still burns, and then I ate it. I’m very hungry, and everything in my house is very disgusting or poisoned, or both, and the only thing that I know they wouldn’t poison is one of their own.
Saturday, 4:34 PM
There are other spies that have permeated my house. There were more rats, and I found some centipedes listening to me while they hid in the bathroom. I don’t think that I have any more food that’s still safe to eat, and I need to get rid of the spies, so I have no other choice but to eat them.
Saturday, 11:13 PM
My fire is going out, and my matches are used up. I put a cabinet door in it, but it’s not catching, and the darkness will blind me.
Sunday, 6:58 AM
With the last embers of the fire nearly extinguished, I lit one of the last of my candles on it, but now, when the candle goes out, so goes out my last banishment of the dark. Without it, I’m fair game for all of the concealed terrors.
Sunday, 2:33 PM
Today, I foiled another plan that was meant to kill me. I heard a knock at the door, so obviously my enemies coming for me, but I opened the door, and standing there was a girl with a box of cookies. My best guess I that she was going to give me the cookies, which were poisoned, but I’ll never know for sure, because I hit her in the face with my shovel the moment I opened the door. I dragged her in, and she had a lighter in her pocket, which is, truly, the one thing I needed. I started another fire in the fireplace with a couple floorboards, and I used the shovel to cut off one of her arms, which I am currently cooking in the fire. It’s filling my house with thick black smoke, along with it a choking stench. I think that might help at keeping them at bay.
Sunday, 11:53
I’m nearly out of fuel for the fire. This fire seems to be my only care.