I'm still here. I'm alive. I left the house after that night. I decided not to sell it. I don't think anyone would buy it, anyway. I locked the doors and I got in my car and I left. I'm home now, trying to process everything.

It's been storming all day, and into the night. Thunder and everything. I've stayed inside all day. Nothing has happened yet. Maybe nothing will happen. Still, I'm nervous. I've been freaked out all day. Maybe I shouldn't have stayed. I don't know what's wrong with me. I should leave tomorrow.

I heard something. Someone was outside. I was in the kitchen washing a glass and I heard...something outside, on the deck. A scratching sound. And then it stopped. I thought I imagined it, but then I heard footsteps.

I'm sorry I haven't said anything in a while. I've been staying in a motel about an hour outside of town. When I left the house that night, I just kept driving until I felt like I was far enough away to feel safe. I called a locksmith but they weren't able to come out right away, and there was no way I was going back to the house without new locks. So I've been waiting it out here until I can go back. Basically doing nothing. Jumping at every little sound and feeling crazy.

She was here. That woman was in my house. Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. I can barely type. Sorry. I'll try to explain.

I found out what those letters spell. I'd basically forgotten about it after finding them outside the house. I put them in the back of the closet and pretty much stopped thinking about them.

I saw something out in the woods today. I've been trying to not spend all my time at the house, since being cooped up all the time makes me feel crazy. Even though it might not be super safe to be out alone in the woods, it still feels better than being home all the time.

Sorry for not updating in a while. The reception up here is terrible and I haven't been able to get Twitter to load all that often. At least there's lots of wine in the cellar, so I haven't been too bored. I've mostly been trying to keep busy getting the house in shape to sell. A realtor is supposed to come up here next week to help me formally list it, which is good because I'd like to get out of here.

I called my mom yesterday. I wanted to see if she knew anything about this place. She said I've actually been here before, when I was really young. I don't remember any of that. I tried to ask her again why she never got along with my grandfather but she's so cagey about it. She grew up in a town nearby, and my grandfather didn't move into this house until after my mom left for school. I guess she never really came back.

I keep hearing things at night. I stand out on the deck and I feel like I can hear things moving through the trees. It's probably just deer or something, but I can't help imagining it's something else. I'm sure I'm making it out to be worse than it is. Are deer nocturnal? I see them out on the road sometimes, when I'm driving into town. I try not to think about it.

The past couple days have been really strange. I also have shitty reception up here, so I'm sorry for not updating. They sent a police officer up yesterday morning but I feel like it didn't accomplish anything. I explained everything to the cop, and even took him out to the clearing where I found the stuff, but it was all gone except for the notebook. And since the notebook is empty, it was basically useless. I feel like the cop didn't believe me, anyway.

Something weird is happening in the woods outside my house and I don't know what to do. I guess I should start at the beginning. This isn't really my house, it was my grandpa's, but I guess it's mine now. He died a couple months ago and because of some tricky paperwork I'm apparently responsible for it now.