I think something's VERY wrong. My cabinets are open. All of them. Nothing seems to be missing, moved out of place, or broken. But it smells... like iron. It's strong. It's physically making me queasy. But the scent gets stronger when I leave the kitchen and move towards the basement door. The whispering seems to pick back up around there too. It seems more hushed though. I can't even understand what's being said.... I'm kind of scared. Are they intruders? Am I hallucinating? Whatever it is, it can't be good. At all. I want them out of my house. Now. I don't care what it takes to get them out {Time ~ 4:01 AM} I have supplies now. A flashlight, my phone, and frying pan, my journal and pen. I'm not kidding. I want them gone. They're not welcome here, whoever they are. I'm going down there and making them leave.
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There's blood. Oh my god there's blood. It's fresh. The smell's really strong down here. God it makes me sick. Whatever's down here's bleeding... or worse. I don't even wanna think about it.... but I gotta keep going. This is my house and I'm not leaving. THEY are. Even if it's the last thing I do.
