The Journals of Candece Sinclair

January 22nd, 1780

Well, Willow hasn't come out of her room in the past few days. I think it's because she wishes to avoid me. Yet, yesterday, she scribbled a note in here that piqued my interest.

She knows? How could she possibly know?

She.... She can't talk to spirits, right? She is not one herself! I have not heard of this! Clearly neither has Father!

She must be like Jezebel was, Willow must be crazy.

Yet, I have my doubts.

I had to go see her today and ask her about what she knows.

I went to her room and snuck in without even knocking. I found her on her bed looking out her window and hugging her knees tightly to her chest.

"Willow." I spoke softly.

Surprisingly, my sister did not gasp, nor pounce, she didn't even turn to look at me.

"Yes?" She practically whispered.

"Why does he hate the garden?" I asked.

Willow was silent for a minute, looking around the room and nodding as if she was getting approval.

"He was happiest in the garden. It has turned into a more painful thing than a happy one though." She said plainly.

"Eh?"

"He used to sit in the garden with Elizabeth for hours. Now he has killed her. He took a liking to Aleksandra, and she adored the flowers in the garden, he killed her and buried her there. He remembers Grandma in the garden, dancing around without a care. He technically killed her too."

My eyes widened. There was no possible way Father would have told her all this, and Mother definitely couldn't either.

"Now he sees Mother happily tending to the flowers that so many others loved, and he fears that perhaps one day he might slip up and add another person he sees every time he sees the garden."

That's when I stopped believing her.

"Okay... No ghost would know that! That's something Father would know! Maybe even Mother! Have you been spying on them?! Have you been spying, and in fear of getting caught, saying that it's ghosts?!" I shouted.

"I'm not lying! I swear! Oh why can't you just believe me?! I'm not crazy!" My sister shouted, her eyes watering.

"You're saying Father had a maid we didn't even know about, and that he loved her?! You're psycho!" I shouted.

At that point, I felt cold air on my shoulders, and I was flung against the wall.

"MICHAEL, STOP!" Willow shouted.

The cold air immediately left me.

She wasn't crazy.

That thing that dragged her off of me earlier was a spirit.

That explained why the air was so cold around her...

She wasn't crazy.