So many pages were torn but you finally found an unscathed page. You wonder what could have clawed into these papers then decided to read.

Hello Diary...
Sorry I haven't written in a while...
Step dad and his girlfriend locked me in the basement for a week...
At least they left me food down here...
I was so scared...
I wanted mommy...
I wanted Daddy...
I wanted to just... Disappear... Like Mommy did.....

But then, I heard those voices again. They came from the thing in the wall. I went over to it and gently touched it again, feeling that warmth again...

Then a scary red hand came out of it and grabbed me. It pulled me close to it. I tried pulling away but I couldn't budge. Then the voices whispered clearly to me.
"Soon... You'll be... Free."

I jerked back and then I opened my eyes. I was back beside the stairs. Apparently 3 days passed.

Anywho, the rest of the week was boring. Nothing to talk about.
My back really hurts... I wish step dad would go back to using his belt...

I wonder what that scary thing meant?

You ponder on this yourself and think maybe it was just her imagination. You flipped to the next legible page...

This one had dried blood on it.......