When I last wrote, Susie and I were getting much better acquainted.
Much better acquainted indeed.
When I next could think clearly, I was locked in her basement.
I found the missing men.
It's a comfortable prison. Nice furniture, plenty to do and company as well.
There are five children, one child from each of the men.
Christopher is Christian's son.
The room next to this is mine. A bed, a stereo, a fireplace, a treadmill. It would be cosy if it were for the depressing idea that I'm likely to die here.
When I first realised that I had been trapped, I shouted for a good five minutes. After that, I was getting hoarse and that all I'd managed to do was get the toddlers and baby screaming. I should have known it wouldn't work, I had no clue that there were 2 toddlers and a baby in this house. The basement is far enough below the main house to prevent noise from getting out.
Some nights, we also have the ghosts come out to visit.
[sigh] I hope the next new daddy does the same. I hate to think that my baby might be neglected.
I'm feeling weak these days. It's been awhile since Susie brought any food down. I can't exercise, I can't draw, I can't concentrate on anything.
Note attached to Sam's last letter -
From Geralt of Riva
I am sorry that I arrived just a few hours too late to save Sam. No one had useful information in town. I examined the local swamps for monsters with no results.
In the end, to find the culprit, I had to follow ghosts home to their graves. It took a long time to find a ghost from this house, eventually I followed an electrocuted ghost here. By that time, Sammy was gone.
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