Dear Diane,
Well, that wasn't my brightest moment. I'll admit that.
Steph nearly killed me when I woke up, and then she kissed me, so I guess we're okay? I really didn't picture our first kiss to be in a hospital.
By orders of Steph, who will be moving in for the time being to allegedly take care of me, I am on strict rest and recovery until she deems me fit to explore the basement again. And she will not let me do it alone, so maybe moving in is more to keep an eye on me rather than actually take care of me. She's pretty mad still.
Charles was there when I woke up too, sticking to his corner of the room. I don't think he likes hospitals that much, which is another thing to put in the mystery of Charles.
They're having me stay an extra night for observation. I hit my head pretty hard on the way down into the basement.
When I get home, I will find out what's down there, other than darkness and concussions.
For now, I would really like to go back to sleep.
Goodnight, Charles in the corner of my room, Steph asleep on the uncomfortable looking chair.
I'm glad at least one alive person and one dead person care about me.
Diane.
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Dear Diane
ParanormalOn instructions from her therapist, Diane catalogues her life by writing letters to herself.
