Day Three (Craig's first full day)
I have found myself locked inside an old house. An old house that has many odd things happening.
I have never been one to believe in ghosts, but this house has me questioning that belief. Or non-belief if you like.
I found this blank book around in the attic, where I am staying. I don't know why I would bother writing other than to give myself something to do. My old footie injury started acting up again last night, due to trying to tackle a ghost, and I am trying to stay off it as much as I can. Luckily, Sophie, the first person I met here, is willing to help me out with bringing me food to eat.
I enjoy Sophie's company. She seems to be a very genuine and helpful person. We get on quite brilliant even for not knowing each other for a full twenty-four hours.
I keep finding myself rubbing the area where my wedding band had been. It is gone now, everything of mine was taken from me. Aside from some useless jar of jam. Fantastic.
I miss my family and I am worried about them. I sincerely hope that whoever brought me here has not touched a hair on any of their heads. Even still, after last night I am wondering if I am ever to get out of here if I could go back to them. I must have some sort of PTSD after all this, if I don't totally go insane. I couldn't bring any of that upon them.
But I do miss them.
I have never been one to believe in ghosts, but this house has me questioning that belief. Or non-belief if you like.
I found this blank book around in the attic, where I am staying. I don't know why I would bother writing other than to give myself something to do. My old footie injury started acting up again last night, due to trying to tackle a ghost, and I am trying to stay off it as much as I can. Luckily, Sophie, the first person I met here, is willing to help me out with bringing me food to eat.
I enjoy Sophie's company. She seems to be a very genuine and helpful person. We get on quite brilliant even for not knowing each other for a full twenty-four hours.
I keep finding myself rubbing the area where my wedding band had been. It is gone now, everything of mine was taken from me. Aside from some useless jar of jam. Fantastic.
I miss my family and I am worried about them. I sincerely hope that whoever brought me here has not touched a hair on any of their heads. Even still, after last night I am wondering if I am ever to get out of here if I could go back to them. I must have some sort of PTSD after all this, if I don't totally go insane. I couldn't bring any of that upon them.
But I do miss them.