Last week was Lisa’s funeral. I still can’t believe she’s gone. I’m constantly in a daze. I should have stood with Grace. I’m starting to think that I might be asked to leave. If only I could tell them what’s wrong. I don’t know if it would give anyone any peace. Lisa’s Dad wants her diary for a keepsake, to give him peace of mind. But that’s where it started for all of us. The night we died, it was her diary that led us to that mansion, I don’t want to lead anyone else there. Maybe none of this wouldn’t have happened if Lisa hadn’t started up that diary again. At least Rose is with me through this. It’s only her and Lisa I still really feel connected to right now. The rest of the world just isn’t there really.

I have so many wishes right now. I wonder if any of them will come true, or am I asking for too much? I wish for Lisa to be alive. I wish I was alive. I wish for us to be… No, that couldn’t happen. I wish I could stop shaking. I wish I could stop seeing the eyes of that man, his legs, hands, eyes. They haunt me. I wish I could stop crying. I wish I had someone else to talk to about it. I tried talking to Rose, but she just told me to stop, and talked about normal things. Normal. That seems like such a far away word right now. I wish I could sleep it all away. Maybe tomorrow I’ll wake up…