Day 2.

I’m glad I found this room. There’s something eerie out there in the hallways. Something... Sinister. Something that certainly wouldn’t hesitate to tear me apart if it got even half the chance. The walls, too. The walls are loud again. They’re whispering. Telling me to go out in the hall, admire the paintings some. Telling me to get close enough to reach, so they can--. I don’t even want to know. It feels darker now. It was dark before, too, but now the air is dark. The ceiling is dark. The old gas lights in the hallways and rooms have gone out. The shadows look hungry. Their eyes are dark. The paintings, I mean. The shines have gone, and they look hungry. So. HuNGRY.

I’m scared.