Jahseh: April 21, 2016
I've been in this house for almost a damn month. I got majority of the painting done, and it made it look a little better. I found a bunch of old news clippings, in the drawers in the kitchen, about the girl who disappeared and I found out she was 16 when she ran away, and that her name was Amber. Call me crazy or paranoid, but I always feel like something or someone is watching me.
I went outside and starting looking at the deck, I noticed one of the boards were looser than all the other ones, so I picked it up. When I picked the board up I saw a trap door.
"What the actual fuck," I said out loud. I had no idea this was here, I don't think anyone did. I opened the trap door to see a ladder going down about 6 feet. It was almost like stairs. I ran back inside and grabbed a flashlight. I was pretty nervous about going down there, but I really wanted to see what it was. When I got on the last step I realized how horrible it smelled. I took the flashlight out of my mouth and turned it on. On one wall I saw women's clothing folded in a pile. I walked to a corner where there was news paper, and on the news paper were little tiny bones. I moved the flashlight on the back wall, in the middle were chains and a torn girls dress, it was in really really bad condition. I don't know what this all means, but it can't be good.
I crouched down to where the chains were and was looking on the wall, I saw what looked to be blood on the wall and on the floor. I think something bad happened here, or something happened. This looked straight out of a horror film. I looked at the wall some more and saw writing on the wall. I couldn't make out what it said because it was so small. I decided to get the fuck out of this "room" and go back in the house.
Amber: April 21, 2016
He found the room. The room I was kept in. I knew that Jahseh was going to be different than all the others who came and left. I watched him when he was down there. He saw my baby, I wanted to give her the proper burial, but I don't know if I can now. He saw where I laid and where I sat for years. He didn't dare touch anything, which that was good, I didn't need him disturbing anything. Jahseh looked around for awhile then went back in the house. I followed him back in the house. He sat his flashlight on the counter, and it was rolling, so I picked it up so the flashlight wouldn't fall on the ground. I turned around really fast after I sat it up.
"What the fuck?! I swear it was laying down, I know it was." He looked around and walked right passed me. He still couldn't see me. I was able to to either show myself fully or show nothing at all. I was deciding not to show myself. I was warming up to having him around. He wasn't so bad. Maybe he wouldn't run and he would stay if I showed myself.
Jahseh: April 22, 2016
Ever since I found that hidden room, things have been weird. I've been getting a negative vibe from this place. I could feel shit stirring up in this house. I wasn't scared or anything, I was probably just being paranoid. I knew I was being paranoid. There isn't anyone here except me, and ghost aren't real. They're a figment of imagination.
I got up off of my black leather couch, and went to my speakers and turned them on, I decided to turn on some Lil Peep, I soon light a cigarette and laid back down on the couch. I was half asleep when I could've swore I saw a girl in the corner of my eye, but when I looked nobody was there. I'm just sleep deprived, I'm sure I am. In the other corner of my eye I saw the girl again, I decided not to pay any attention to her or whatever it was. After all, I am just imagining shit. My imagination was getting the best of me, but she wasn't going away. I decided to turn my head to look at her, and there was a girl in my house.
"What the fuck," I said, and that's when she disappeared again. I knew I seen her before, and I think it's from the news paper clippings. She looked exactly like that Amber did before she ran away. I wouldn't think she looks the same now, she'd be a little older, but I just don't understand how she just disappeared right in front of my eyes. I knew I needed to sleep, and this was proof I'm losing my mind. Maybe people actually need to sleep to stay sane?
