October 14th
The dust in this manor never settles. It simply waits in the air until you breathe it in. I swear the portraits are breathing it too.
November 2nd
A heavy rain tonight. The kind that makes you realize how thin the glass in the windows really is. I found another tooth in the hallway.
Undated
Sleep is a poor substitute for death, but it will have to do for now.
December 28th
They say time heals all wounds, but time is exactly what is rotting the floorboards.
March 13th
Pure chaos. No structure left. Just the ink and the void.