Not a Grimoire

Dear diary,

I left the house. I couldn't stay there anymore. The voices were driving me insane. They told me awful things I wish I didn't hear.

I've copied the writings on the wall onto my skin. I hope it does something.

It's really foggy and dark outside. I can't even see my arm in front of me. I hear rustling and something moving all around me, but I can't see anything through the fog. It's cold out here. I should have brought the blanket.

I'm going to try going to Bobby's house. Wish me luck.

Love,

Tina