DIARY ENTRY ONE: I fear the worst is yet to come, I have been stuffed in this room with my younger sister Nancy, only to find that she constantly looks through the window to see if those "things" outside are gone, but every time she sees them she cries very loudly, I fear that she is attracting more and more but I can't even make her stop.
DIARY ENTRY TWO: They got in our house and are now clawing at the door and-*the last piece of lead broke off*
"Sister please keep writing, the angel will read our prayers and save us" Nancy said holding on to my arm, but without any words I pretended to scribble words on the notepad. "Can I see what your writing sissy" Nancy said grabbing my notepad, but I grabbed it harder and said "it's only for the angels to see Nancy" but Nancy just giggled and laughed, but that perfect moment was over when the door broke open, and it wasn't one of those "things."
