Chapter 2

It was all going fine at first. I had gotten everything ready for bed and allI had to do was shut the door of the room. That's when I started hearing them. The whispers, scratching at the door, and the sound of laughter. I had no words for this. I had never experienced anything like this. It felt like a nightmare, and as soon as I went to investigate what this was, it stopped. I still can't explain what that was. But honestly, who would? 

Morning came and I started examining the door. It was covered in scratch marks, from top to bottom. Then, I found Issac laying on the floor next to the door. I was not expecting these discoveries, as I had placed Issac in the closet in my room and the door looked like it had been clawed at by some sort of creature. I looked around the estate, but didn't find any sign of a break-in or trespassing. After an odd morning, to say the least, I continued on with my day.

I started looking at all of dad's files again, and there were many interesting stories in them. There was one about a woman in a black veil, who had lost her children in a fire, her dress stained by the cinder and ash, and died of her own sorrow.  I found this intriguing, though it did follow stereotypes set by the media and entertainment industries. There was also a story about a man with a pig's head, that owned a slaughterhouse and was obsessed with proving that the world was full of filthy pigs, so much so that he slaughtered countless rich people. I had read another story in his files, and after I read it, I put them all away. The story was about an artist, who loved painting, but when his family was slaughtered in front of him, he snapped. He murdered countless people and painted using their flesh and blood. I was so disturbed that I did not want to look at these files ever again, but was also compelled to still keep the files.

I ended up going to the store to buy some groceries. I got my things and went back home, when I found that the entire garden had rotted away, almost as if their life was sucked out of them. I paid no attention to it and went inside. The rest of the day went well so I was able to think about today's events. I reflected upon everything and I still can't explain what has happened. Then, the second night came.