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Darktober 8

"... The attic room is, as Mz. Collins promised, very comfortable. It might just be the most comfortable room I've ever slept in, actually.

Granted, my basis for comparison is negligible, to say the least. But I dare anyone to say a big bed, fresh sheets and blankets, a clean new rug and a view of the ocean isn't cozy.

Of course, I'm writing all this as I'm struggling to fall asleep in this wonderfully comfy, fresh-smelling bed with the window looking out over the ocean beside me.

The attic doesn't scare me. Old rooms, new places, living with strangers, none of that has scared me since... I don't actually remember a time when I was ever scared of those things.

No, there's something else. I can't say what it is, exactly. It feels like... There's something waiting. A person, an event, I don't know. But there's a sense of hiding, waiting, in the air. And if I blink, much less fall asleep, I'm going to miss it.

Or it's going to get me."

Darktober 11-12

"September 13, 2019

My name is Victoria Winters.

I have no idea how to start this entry.

Everything that has happened... Did it really happen? It seems as real as that dream from last night. But I look at my hand, see the bruises on my wrist and scrapes all over my hand, and... Well, it did happen, didn't it? I have the aches to prove it.

Okay. First.

I've been trying to meet David properly all weekend, right? Get to know him at least a little bit, before we start homeschooling on Monday. But he's gotten very good at avoiding me. He didn't even respond to me at meals, which the household all eats together in the dining room. He disappears the second the plates are cleared. Can't say I'm surprised, but I was dreading the awkward lessons on Monday.

Then, today, Sunday, a big storm blew in, and the power went out.

"Don't worry," Mz. Collins said. "This happens every so often in the winter. We'll turn on the generator if the power doesn't come back by tonight." She looked out the window, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly - an expression I've come to recognize as deep concern on her usually stoic face.

"Victoria..." She stopped, hesitating. Then, she sighed, and said, "I'm so sorry, but would you be able to go out and find David?""