March 6th 1992

I heard the noise again, I don't know what it is but it appears to be coming from the attic. This is the second night that I have been woken up by it, when I asked Mom and Dad about it they laughed and said I was probably dreaming.

I pinched myself to make sure I was awake and I definitely was. The noise is a very light scratching, but not like from an animal or anything but as if something large and slow was trying to move around. It seemed to have stopped for now...i'm going to get some sleep.

March 14th 1992

The noise hadn't happened for a while now but it came back last night. It seemed to be coming from the attic again, which is right above my bedroom. It was also different somehow it was more frantic and almost sounded like there was multiple of the same noise. I'm thinking of going up to the attic tonight, my parents say it's just a raccoon and to stay out if I don't want to get rabies.

March 15th 1992

I woke up last night to the sound of muffled crying, I grabbed my flashlight and the butter knife I left on my plate from my after dinner snack as a weapon in case I ran into anything. There was a lock on the attic door, I don't ever remember it being there before but I was able to get it open using the bobby-pin that was holding my bangs out of my eyes. I don't know what I was expecting to find but it definitely wasn't 4 children chained to the walls each with their own mattress. It smelled of fecees and the air was hot and thick. Some of the kids where sitting some barely looked alive, They looked at me with terror in their eyes and started make frantic noises. I couldn't understand them at all and noticed their mouths were sewn shut. I slowly back up and ran out the door locking it again behind me and jumped into my bed to process what I just saw. I'm still trying to process this, I can't stop crying...I think one of the kids is a missing boy from last year...oh god oh god I need to lay down.

March 17th 1992

I spent yesterday avoiding my parents and trying to figure out what to do, why are they keeping the kids up there? They were so malnourished and some of them were missing limbs that had been haphazardly sutured closed. I need to come up with a plan something to save the kids...

March 18th 1992

Holy fuck, I need to get out of here I need to get to a police station. I think I know why the kids are here, my dad has been making these new recipes all summer and feeding it to our family, I knew I didn't like the taste, it was gamey and tough but he just kept saying that's what fresh meat tastes like....my parents are slowly eating the kids in the attic....limb by limb...oh my god...I can't stop shaking I think I'm in shock.

Shit my dad just called me to help him grab something from the attic, does he know I know?!

He is going to kill me isn't he, if I don't make it out alive whoever finds these letters please share them with the police...wish me luck. I'm sorry I couldn't help the children...

January 2nd 2023

"Hey Jessica, I found these weird letters stuck in the floor boards by the air vent", "it may be from an old owner, let's take a break from carrying all these boxes in and have a drink". Paul yelled from upstairs, "great idea" Lexi yelled back, "bring the letters and we can read them".....

*All letters written by Brenda a 11 year old girl who lived in the Malory house with her family in 1992, several children's bodies were found the following summer along with two adults. The authorities deemed it as a house invasion with the killer at large, no killer was ever found the truth remained a mystery...until now*