Dear Diane,
My little stud finder project has become a full blown demolition outside my kitchen.
I found a whole part of the wall had been redone, and the door itself had been bricked off. There was a space between the bricks that had some paper shoved between, and they looked almost like letters. I am going to read them later, they're sitting on my kitchen island right now while I pull the bricks out one by one.
I can tell that there's a staircase behind the bricks. It's really dusty, and it looks like no one has really touched this place in a long time.
Except for the footprints, (bootprints?) disturbing the dust on the stairs. I think that Charles went down there, and even ghosts can disturb dust.
I am getting very tired, and may have to finish this project tomorrow. Maybe Steph will help me. I still haven't told her that I decided to demo my wall in the middle of the night.
I really want to see what's down there, and that's what's keeping me awake, I only have a few more rows of bricks to take out before I can step over the makeshift wall.
Something is pulling me down there. It's this unexplainable pull into the darkness. I've never felt this way before. I have to know.
I am going to find out tonight. I only have a couple more rows.
Sincerely, Diane
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Dear Diane
ParanormaleOn instructions from her therapist, Diane catalogues her life by writing letters to herself.
