It was unbelievable. It was amazing. It was a miracle. After wishing for Con Ichabod to come, seconds later, he came! Can you believe it? I am rather surprised...he seemed a bit nervous; I guess my tears caused that. I bet I looked stupid, crying beforehand....I wanted him to stay longer, but the service...I feel so much better, yet a little lonely ( Read more... )

He's..d dead.

I don't understand...how on earth could this happen??? This is the FOURTH VICTIM now...why? WHY??

The funeral...it was...I don't know...I...

I wish Ichabod was here. He said he'd solve this...now there are four people dead. DEAD!! I don't know what to do this isn't my problem I just...I...

How can Jonathan Masbath die?

Dear God.

After the party I went to see Icha Constable Crane in his room. I just needed to make sure he was comfortable, that's what hospitality is, you know. He looked slightly frustrated...I guess it was because of the Headless Horseman idea. The Constable seems like a no-nonsense sort of person...he seems very sure of himself ( Read more... )

Taking a little break from the party. My, they get a little fiesty sometimes ( Read more... )

How rude ( Read more... )

Father's doing his best to keep my mind out of the murders. He's even sent me to do some work! Not...maidwork, thank goodness (as if I could handle the dust). Just basic paperwork. Well, it's a good try for him, but I wish I knew more information. I'm not even sure how many are dead! But why would I be sure anyway...it's none of my business, women ( Read more... )

I've had that feeling again, many times. You know the "being watched" feeling I told you about? It's that...oh, I wish I never heard of the murders. I wish they never happened. Now that this paranoia is setting in ( Read more... )

First, just to get it out of the way:

Good morning.

I got up early (at around 6:30 or 7) to help the maids clean the house. I know, it sounds "ghastly" doesn't it? The "Rich Man's Daughter" doing cleaning? Seriously, I HAD to get rid of the dust myself. What else could I do? If the maids were supposed to have cleaned it, they should have cleaned ( Read more... )

I swear, the rooms collect so much dust that it kills me! I fear that's what dust will do, soon enough...

I've been having that feeling of being watched again. It's horrible. No one knows, but...that's what I feel. Like eyes are staring at me from a distance; I can feel it. But the terrifying part is who knows if those eyes really do exist...and

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Well, for a pre-marriage gift, (which I think is just bad luck, really), Father gave me this little journal. It's a little dingy, but I am still very happy with it...but why do I feel that it may just scare me sometimes? Sometimes I see it as a reminder of my marriage, a reminder of my "duty" as a woman...the end of my childhood ( Read more... )