Tenth entry: [Text] - [Private to Ichabod]
[For the past hour or so, Elizabeth had been trying to speak normally. However, with mysterious music playing from somewhere in her room and it's getting quieter whenever she went to speak, she had gotten fairly fed up. She didn't fancy herself as much of a singer, so, finding her Blackberry, she switched it on, and, using the keypad, she slowly wrote out her message]
I have no idea what's happening around here; honestly, I'm glad to be off of the beach and back to the house, but this is absurd! I cannot open my mouth without the words sounding like a song! Is it the same for you?