Strange, really, to think that this house could possess a basement that is so far removed from the more commonly used quarters. I imagine there must be numerous corridors and stairs leading to it, though I have yet to test my theory, or step outside this room. It must be a considerable distance, for the household sounds do not echo here at all. ( Read more... )

It grieves me so to see poor Christine's things still lying about in Lucy's room - the dear girl was so excited with our plan, her lovely eyes sparkling and her laughter ringing out, only to be suppressed moments later as she asserted it felt strange to laugh ( Read more... )

Catherine was unwell tonight. It was entirely separated from her condition and her recent illness. Rather, it was more of a sickening realization; one that we - that I - share ( Read more... )

I never, never should have left Mr. Holmes. No matter how much he insisted or ordered, or even if he had taken me out of the parlour himself. I ran out because he had insistently been telling me to, and I did not want to cry right there and complicate things further, but I ought not - I never should have - left ( Read more... )

Dearest, dearest Lucy! Whatever would I do without her sweet presence? She had every intention of coming downstairs last night, as her health has improved greatly, thank Providence, but she remained with me and we passed most of the evening in our room. It had been quite some time since we had truly spoken. Confiding in her was of course a ( Read more... )

My journal has been many things in these past few months - the means to continue typing, a way to document the occurrences as well as my own thoughts, even a storage of secrets I hardly bring myself to confess. Here, then, is my confession ( Read more... )

I have no explanation for this sense of calm and assurance - or, at least, any explanation I could procure would hardly seem satisfactory to any other mind but my own. Still. It is not something I can dismiss easily, even if I wished to. And I have no inclination to dismiss it ( Read more... )

I have it on my desk presently - a heartening, vibrant source of colour, lying atop my stack of books that I might glance over and see it easily, reaching out every so often to delicately touch its petals. I will have to press it, I know, if I am to preserve it, and tuck it away between the pages of a thick volume. For now, however, I will keep ( Read more... )

I do not know if there is anything that might have rendered me even the slightest bit prepared for the events of last night, but unprepared I was, supremely so. The recent days had slipped past peacefully, with the exception of a very short sleepwalking excursion on Lucy’s part, which was quickly interrupted by Liza. It has been so very quiet ( Read more... )

I have not had the heart to write for days, though I have not been so occupied as to prevent it. Several times I have told myself to do so, steeling myself up for the task, even sitting at the writing desk with a fresh sheet in the typewriter, but words fail me. I have spent the better half of two days sitting at the window, lost in my own ( Read more... )