Dear Diary,

My bedroom door's locked - somehow she has the key.

I can hear screaming coming from the direction of my parents' room - not the kind of screaming that you get when you've just seen a scary part of a horror movie, but a full-blown scream that rattles your teeth and chills you to the core-

It's stopped. There's just a terribly ominous silence.

I thought my sister was innocent.

Love, Jingle