Nyxia, December 22

My sister called me seven times yesterday, but I don't want to answer her, because all she'll do is scream at me for bunking class yesterday. I had finally got some nights of peace and quiet, nights away from all the screaming at home. I want to live here forever peacefully, but I can't. I have to go pay the three grand to the woman who gave me peace. I owe her that. I feel useless back at Nordo, as someone who just exists.But at least I could exist.Whoa, I need to get the negative thoughts out of me right now. I could listen to Olivia Rodrigo. Or maybe just drive my way back to Nordo. But here, in Dewston, I don't know why, but I feel that Cecilia could be anywhere near. Like she was alive in the first place. Like she wants to tell me something she's been wanting to for a long time. Before she disappeared, of course. I wish she never went to that old house of hers. The police said she just disappeared.

Just. Disappeared.

How could someone "just disappear" when they were talking to someone else just the second before ? Sometimes I wonder, what had really happened that night ? Was it the story the newspapers told, or the story her phone told ? Which is the truth ? Her phone said, that after a bad fight with me she drove her way to the old house because she was too stressed to go back to her busy city home, and there, as soon as she opened the wooden door which hadn't been open in years, she saw something she wasn't supposed to,a dead corpse hanging from the ceiling, with swarms of flies around it feeding on it's black and red decomposing flesh, releasing a foul odor, which made her faint. When she regained consciousness, she, of all people, was stabbed right into her eye. And that was it, the end of Cecilia Silverwood. But, why didn't she ever mention where that old house was ?