As I continued to read Emily's diary, I became more and more engrossed in her story. She wrote about her life in the mansion, about her family, and about the strange occurrences that began to plague them. At first, it was just small things - doors creaking open, objects moving on their own, and strange noises in the night. But as time went on, the events became more and more sinister.
Emily wrote about how she would see apparitions in the hallways, about how she would hear voices in her head, and about how she began to feel like she was being watched all the time. She was terrified, but she didn't know what was happening or how to stop it.
As I read on, I began to feel a creeping sense of dread. The diary was written in a flowing script, and the words seemed to dance across the page. I could almost feel Emily's fear and anxiety as I read her words.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the room, making me jump. I looked up to see that a book had fallen off the shelf, landing with a loud thud on the floor. I got up to investigate, my heart racing.
As I picked up the book, I noticed that it was an old leather-bound volume, bound with twine. It looked like it hadn't been touched in years. I opened it, and a piece of paper slipped out. It was a note, written in the same handwriting as Emily's diary.
The note was cryptic, but it sent a chill down my spine. It read: "They're coming for you. Don't trust anyone."
I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead. Who was writing these notes? And what did they mean?
I looked around the room, feeling like I was being watched. The shadows seemed to be moving, twisting and writhing like living things. I knew I had to get out of there, but my feet seemed rooted to the spot.
And then, I heard it. A faint whispering, like a voice calling my name. "Welcome to the house," it said. "You'll never leave."