The following diary entry is a piece in the Greybriar house narrative! Enjoy 🙂
September 25, 1947
Dear Diary,
It’s been three months since I spent my first night here in Graybriar, and I’m not sure how much longer I can take it. After Miriam went missing, I thought maybe she found a way out, but Jacob told me last week that the police found her body in the river. Suffocated, he said.
“Probably even found a way to do it to herself that psycho,” he told me.
Now even Jacob’s gone. The other orderlies don’t know what to think, but the patients have been whispering about it for a while now. Jacob never believed them.
It happened sometime in the night. She took him, I know she did.
I was alone in my cell when I heard it. A deep, labored sigh, one after the other. It started at the end of the hallway and as she crept closer, I realized she was saying something. Her voice was ancient and cracked, like she hadn’t spoken in decades.
“I killed Wisteria. What makes you think I couldn’t kill you too? I’ll leave your body, just like her’s, blowing in the wind,” She muttered.
Without making a sound, I crept over to the door and peaked through my small glass window. I could see nothing but darkness in the hallway, dimly lit by the emergency lights outside the stairwell. The light changed when she spoke again.
“After you took in that bastard, I couldn’t take it anymore. He was rotten from the start, nasty stupid boy. He couldn’t do anything right, Hiram, what else was I supposed to do?”
I watched the light bend slightly a couple doors down from my room. A black spot morphed and shifted in front of the red bulb. I knew better than to try and make sense of what was in front of me, so I closed my eyes and stepped back into bed.
I didn’t get any sleep that night, but by morning Jacob was missing. He was on-call that night, just down the hall. I should’ve kept watching. Maybe if I had he’d still be here.
Now all I can do is watch the news and wait for the police to find his body, smothered like the rest of them.
Julia