Emily, Friday 17.12.10

You know how, some days, it just doesn't pay to get out of bed? Well, today was one of those days.
I was scheduled to work at midday and, knowing that I'd want to stay out late at the Christmas party, I decided to have a nice long lie-in.


I was woken up at six this morning by the sounds of Cat scratching the hell out of the hallway carpet and making horrible noises. When I came out of my room to investigate, I found bloody footprints leading from my old bedroom door right down to the kitchen. Someone has definitely been in my house.


What's more, all of the mirrors in the house have been removed - even the one on the inside of the make-up box that my mother gave me for my fifteenth birthday.


The briefcase was laid out on the kitchen table, next to a copy of The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy. When I went to bed, the briefcase was on the nightstand. That means the person was in my room, watching me sleep.


Worse than all of those terrifying facts, the attic trap door was ajar and the creature is gone.
And even worse than that, Molly's body is missing. I found the shallow grave that I dug for her empty.
I'm going to have to find somewhere else to stay. It's obviously not safe for me here.


I decided to skip work and the party. I phoned them and told them that I had the flu. After that I packed my suitcase, grabbed the book and the briefcase and went down to the train station.


Don't worry, I'm not going to come to your house. I wouldn't want to put you in jeopardy. I've decided to go down to the coast to stay with my grandmother for the weekend. After that, I don't know where I'll go.


I know for a fact that my grandmother doesn't have an internet connection but I'm pretty sure that there's a library just down the road from her house. You're never that far from a broadband connection these days, hell, I'm sending you this message from the train!


If you don't hear from me tomorrow, don't panic. But I will find a way to contact you by Monday.


Let me know if anything out of the ordinary happens to you this weekend. Whoever is following me obviously knows my secrets. Who knows if they know yours or not.


Take care, Mark.