Not a Grimoire

Dear diary,

The whispers are back. They tell me I've been abandoned and that I should leave the house.

I hate being alone. I feel like I'm being watched constantly. I just wan't to hide away. But there's nowhere to hide.

I've closed the door to the kitchen because somebody broke down the door to the house. I don't know where anyone is. I hear the radio playing music, and I hear steps like someone's dancing. I think there's more of those things in the house with me. I feel like I see eyes watching me from the cracks.

It's getting really cold. When are they coming home?

Love,

Tina