The laptop ran out of juice and I've been busy rectifying that problem, so I've only just been able to read the last two messages. I don't know what time today they were uploaded and, honestly, I don't care. The second message does strengthen my theory that ArthurMan is probably Harrison - assuming that the message can be trusted. As for the first message, if Harrison wants us to turn ourselves in, he knows where we are, why doesn't he come and tell us what he thinks he knows in person? As far as I'm concerned, both of the messages can be ignored. I'm not leaving this beach house until somebody comes here and gives me a bloody good reason to do so. Dicky agrees with me wholeheartedly.
As for how I'm even able to use this laptop (and access the internet, for that matter), I've had a very interesting morning indeed. At seven, I woke up to find Dicky hovering over me, excited. When I asked him why he wasn't keeping watch upstairs, he told me that it wasn't necessary anymore. It's obvious, Dicky feels, that the nightmare people have no idea where we are. We've been here for over a week and we haven't seen anyone. And besides, he added, you haven't seen what's downstairs.
At first, this remark confused me. I thought that Dicky had gone crazy from sleep deprivation and the isolation. That was, until he showed me the trapdoor.
Without hesitation, it seems, whilst I was asleep, Dicky pressed the red button that I had been obsessing over for the last four days. It opens a secret trapdoor, below the rug in the living room, which leads to an underground hideout. The hideout consists of three rooms; a control centre, a room full of filing cabinets and a padded cell with a thick steel door.
Dicky has been playing around in the control room all morning and afternoon. As it turns out, there are security cameras hidden all around the house and the surrounding area and motion sensors which will trigger an alarm if ever the perimeter surrounding the house is breached. Furthermore, we have three fully functioning, state of the art PCs, varying laptop batteries with chargers, freezers stocked full of food and a solar powered generator to keep it all running. We could stay here until judgement day, if necessary.
Dicky has decided to set up camp in the control room, which has two bunk beds and ample room for all of his stuff. I've decided to stay up here, in the house, safe in the knowledge that if anyone comes within half a mile of this place, I'll be warned in advance and able to join Dicky underground.
This evening, I intend to cook a meal to celebrate our discovery and new found sense of hope. After that, I'm going to start looking through the filing cabinets, to see if any of the information in them is of any use. There are twenty six cabinets down there, each of them marked with a different letter of the alphabet, so it's going to take me a fair while to look through them all.
I'll keep you all posted.
