*CAUTION IS ADVISDED*
The following are lost journal entries found in a sealed container among the ashes of a burned home.
April 11th, 1997
I found this journal and a pen hidden behind a loose brick in the wall. Someone before me must have stashed them there. The poor soul. For now, I'm stuck here,
with only my writing to keep me company. I'm not sure how long I've been here. It was March when I was forced down here. I've tried to keep track of the days, but they start to blend together.
I can hear footsteps on the landing. I have to go. I don't want them to take this from me. ~Lucy
April 12th, 1997
It's going to rain soon, and I can hear the thunder from the tiny window in one wall. But I can't see anything- the filth caking the glass blocks out everything, except the scarce sunlight.
Oh how I wish I could feel the sun on my skin. The footsteps I heard yesterday belonged to a woman. She was surprisingly beautiful with long chestnut hair, and the bluest eyes I've ever seen.
Still, she didn't explain why I'm here, locked within these four cement walls. When I questioned her, she simply shook her head, handed me the tray she had brought, and left. It was food.
Starving, I had taken the food, even though I couldn't help but feel that I was being kept alive for some unknown purpose that I had yet to fulfill. I'll have to save my thoughts until tomorrow.
It is getting colder, and the little sun I did have is quickly fading. Until then, I hold my breath. ~Lucy
April 15th, 1997
For the past three days it's rained, blocking all sunlight from my tiny prison. Without it, I couldn't see the page to write. But today was different, the chirping of birds woke me,
and I found that the storm had passed. The woman had come back yesterday, and along with the food she had brought a fresh set of clothes. I had wanted to ask if they were from her last victim,
but I had been to happy to have the clean fabric against my skin to say anything. I have explored the entirety of the room I'm held in. The space is 26 steps wide and 31 steps long.
I'm beginning to think I'll never leave this place. ~Lucy
April 19th, 1997
I miss my mother. My twin baby sisters were supposed to be born today. I was supposed to help take care of them. I just want to leave this place! I want to go home... I think it's time I escaped.
The woman was here again yesterday. I've timed her visits and she shouldn't be back for another three days. That's my window. I have to think of a plan before then, if I want to be free. ~Lucy
April 21st, 1997
Today's the day. I'm going to burn the room and hope the woman saves me. I'll escape from her once I'm out of this dreaded room. If I succeed, this will be my last entry. I hope it will be.
I just realized what was so special about today. It's my birthday. I'm turning 18. Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me... ~Lucy
I did it! I burned the house to the ground and I was finally- A truck came rushing towards me with a familiar brunette at the wheel. -free.