Emily, Wednesday 15.12.10

Guess who came into the Deli today, collecting money for charity? That's right, David! And guess what else? His work's Christmas party is being held at the same venue, on the same night. They've booked the function room above the bar that ours is in!


Okay, so that's the good news out of the way. Time for the bad news.


Somebody painted a pentagram on the driveway last night and, what's more, they broke into William's father's old tool shed as well. Thank God I cleared it out yesterday and put anything of any value in the conservatory. Old Mrs Tate asked about the pentagram and I said that it was probably just kids messing about.


I'm scared, Mark. Really scared. It's obvious that someone in this town knows about the creature and about me. I knew I was being watched!


After work, I just locked myself in the house and sat in the dark, trying to open that damned briefcase by candlelight. No luck.


I think I'll keep the shotgun under my bed, just in case they try to break into the house next.


I'll talk to you tomorrow.