Dear Diary,
Last night was one of the worst so far. The first indication that something was not entirely as it ought to be was when I felt a small nip on right foot. I quickly tried to jerk it back but found myself unable to move. Something was bound around my foot and I could do move it little more than a couple of inches. Another bite. Harder than the first and I tried to get up only to find all four of my limbs bound to the bed. I felt sluggish. My reactions slow and limbs heavy.
My eyes slowly adjusted to the light and I found my bed swarming with rats. I screamed, loudly. But no one came.. My father was away on business and the servants had long since retired. I screamed again.
The glass on my window shattered and Arden was there, rope cut with his knife and sweeping me up into his arms.
Another of my sister’s pranks, one of the worst. I like to think that she knew it was one of the nights that Arden and Teena regularly came by and that I would of been released before I was eaten to death. But… I’m not so sure.
I could see it in the eyes of my friends that they were worried, fearful even of her. And would you believe I got in trouble for the smashed window?
