Dear Diary,

I woke up back in the woods again, with no idea as to how I got there.

Though that wasn't the worst thing.

I 'woke up' kneeling over a dead body, a blood-soaked knife in my hand and a small bell in another, dressed in a Christmas costume.

The repulsion I felt previously has been replaced by something else, yet I'm not sure what.

Love, Jingle