Its Dark Here

Into the leather-bound empty diary, Djana decided to write. As she traced the embossed horned rose on the cover with her finger, memories of the past few days – not even weeks – flooded back, and a dark feeling enveloped her.

And so she wrote…

Dark. Everything’s dark here. Not like home.

Can’t shake the blood. Theirs. Mine? Laru’s?

This place… wrong. Haunted house. Monsters.

Why am I here? What now?

Miss the sun. Miss… everything.