September 24, 1822
I awoke in the midst of the night, thirsty, I rang for Marnie. I waited a bit for her to come, but she did not. I rang the bell again. No Marnie.
Something was arie.
I hesitantly got out of bed. I opened the door, and made my way down the hall, to Marnie's bed-chamber.
As I approached her door, I heard moans of what sounded like pain.
I went to knock on the door, it must've been open already because it became slightly ajar. Through the crack in the door I could see inside Marnie’s chamber. That's when I witnessed the most horrific of acts.
Cecile was in Marnie’s chamber. He was one of them. He was drinking her blood. I stepped back in horror. I ran back to my room, and didn't leave again that night.
Cybelle