1872

I write today to you Mr. Lawson, for a very particular reason. One of the properties my husband recently acquired seems to have come to us filled with mystery. I will not keep you too long with this, so I will make this brief. Enclosed, I have sent numerous letters Jensen and myself have found in increasingly odd places, not limited to: Under a floorboard, behind two broken mirrors (only enough, both mirrors were facing directly towards each other), and even one hanging from a piece of twine in the attic. It would be greatly appreciated if you could look these over and do try and come up with some explanation.

With love, Addeson.

1734

It is so cold. So very, very cold. He likes the cold. Ma and Pa left for the evening and I am alone. I hate being alone. He scratches only when I am alone. He comes down from the attic only when I am alone. He is big and I dislike him very much. He makes me have bad thoughts. He pounds at my door at night; rattling the door frame until it quite nearly comes down. He leaves only when the warmth of daylight returns. He looks like a big goat, eyes like a-

1737

Ma and Pa do not believe me when I tell them of him. When I tell them he comes into my room at night, his throat making sounds like rusty gears grinding. The say he does not exist. Yet I know he does. He does. He does. He does. he does I swear he does. I swear I am not crazy. I swear it, I swear it, I swear it, I swear, I swear, I swear, swear, swear, swear, swear, swear, swear! I see him. I hear him. I see him when he moves my mirrors so they may face each other. He scratches at them, just as he did before he was brave enough to open my door. He seems to talk to them. Ma and Pa do not believe me when I tell them of him. When I tell them he comes into my room at night, his throat making sounds like rusty gears grinding. The say he does not exist. Yet I know he does. He does. He does. He does. he does I swear he does. I swear I am not crazy. I swear it, I swear it, I swear it, I swear, I swear, I swear, swear, swear, swear, swear, swear, swear! I see him. I hear him. I see him when he moves my mirrors so they may face each other. He scratches at them, just as he did before he was brave enough to open my door. He seems to talk to them. Ma and Pa do not believe me when I tell them of him. When I tell them he comes into my room at night, his throat making sounds like rusty gears grinding. The say he does not exist. Yet I know he does. He does. He does. He does. he does I swear he does. I swear I am not crazy. I swear it, I swear it, I swear it, I swear, I swear, I swear, swear, swear, swear, swear, swear, swear! I see him. I hear him. I see him when he moves my mirrors so they may face each other. He scratches at them, just as he did before he was brave enough to open my door. He seems to talk to them. Ma and Pa-

1742

Ma and PA have finally seen him. They finally have sene him. They’ve seen him. I knew they would. I knew they would have too! They have seen him. They know him now, just like I do. However, now they lay still. Ma looks pale, her skin seeming to melt right off of her petite little body. A look a terror was etched across her face, a very similar look to Pa. He caressed Pa’s face, leaving Pa’s face all bloody, bloody and nice looking. AP always looked good in red. Now that they have met him, I wonder if they will finally believe me. I hope they do. I cannot stand how cold the house has become.

1750

He has returned after a long period. I found myself missing him. I like him. I like him when he is here. He placed a rope around my neck last night. He told me tonight I would fall and d-