Dear Diary,

Finding food for the hogs wasn't the problem, there's plenty of that in the basement. It was the smell. That horrible disgusting smell of shit and rotting intestines. I had to carry a bucket of bones and brains to them and let me tell you... THAT wasn't pleasant. They seemed to like it though. Now I know why my father decided to invest in them in the first place.

The knocking is still going on and now it's keeping me up at night. It just keeps getting louder and more persistent. Maybe tonight I'll try knocking back...

- Ida