▪︎ Seven ▪︎

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Oct. 31st, 1907

Dear Diary,

I have Rosen and Gilbert hiding under my bed. The poor boys are whimpering, scared out of their wits. I'm scared too.

Last night, mother told us we would all be leaving the manor. All but Uncle Claude.

This morning, I awoke to shouts coming from downstairs. Father's study. Mother and Uncle Claude fighting. I couldn't make out any words, but he sounded angry, and she sounded frightened. I heard dull thuds and glass shattering. The boys came running into my room, and I held them close.

Now everything is silent. A moment ago, I heard mother cry out. A sharp cry - cut short. Now, I hear nothing.

There's a sound on the stairs.
I think it's Uncle C l  a    u

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