It really feels like I'm never going to leave. Every minute of the day, my mind drifts to home. I imagine the warm comfort of my own bed, the smiling faces of my friends and family, the freedom of being totally independent. Here I am held captive and completely vulnerable to The Librarian's will. He's getting more and more crazed by the day, frantically running around and muttering manic phrases to himself. Mealtimes are conspicuously void of his presence and footsteps can be heard pacing the halls at all hours of the night. I've tried every door and window in the house but they're locked fast. Keys tied jangling around The Librarians neck are my route to freedom, but how can I get to them?
Earlier today, Daisy and I hesitantly approached The Librarian in his study to see how far he had got with his research. As he turned to us, we gasped in shock at the sight of him. His pale face is almost skeletal in its gaunt appearance and gives the effect of being translucent, allowing me to see right through his flesh to the skull beneath. Red rims circle his sunken eyes, and an unhealthy sheen glistens on his forehead and neck. As soon as he sees us, he turns away and continues feverishly scrawling, murmering strange words under his croaking breath. I'm sure I caught such unusual terms as "kraken" and "strigoi". What could this mean?
I've headed into the dining room for some fresh air. The library has a dank, stagnant odour that hangs heavy in the air and gives the feeling of suffocating. How The Librarian can bare to spend so much time in there is beyond me.
I'll head back soon and let you know what I learn.
Exhibit E: Becky's Diary
This diary was recovered from the ashes of what was once the library. It seems to have fallen, or perhaps been placed, inside a metal chest so it was unharmed by the fire damage. Speaking to Daisy, the main witness in this case, we have discovered the following:
- Becky shifted a pile of notes from a chair in order to sit down and, in doing so, knocked over the candle that started the fire.
- "The Librarian"- and this is the only name we have right now- was incredibly alarmed by this and began screaming. The witness describes this scream as "an inhuman wail".
- With this scream, he backed into a wall. Becky, seemingly concerned for The Librarian's wellbeing, stepped towards him and rested her hand on his shoulder.
- At this, The Librarian lashed out at her.
At the moment, this is all the information we have managed to hear from the witness. This point in the interview was when she became very upset and refused to continue speaking. We will, of course, continue in our enquiries and report back as soon as we have further information.