Alex

Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Anyways, a lot has happened.

A lot.

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like this place is very keen on letting me go.

The man did come to my room last night.

I saw his footsteps.

I also saw he wore very blacksy, darker than any colour I have ever seen before.

His face was not very visible, but to describe it, all I could see was very thin, very dry-lit white into an unsettling degree.

He paced the room several times, whistling some sort of tune.

And actually, now that I'm thinking about it, it sounded like an old nursery rhyme.

I don't remember the name.

Sorry.

The room dropped in temperature drastically, and despite holding my breath, I was fairly certain he would catch me because my heartbeat was so loud.

I'm not sure how smart it was to hide under the bun, but that's exactly what I did.

He looked through the closet door, then paced the room again several more times.

That's all he really did.

He didn't exactly leave through the front door.

He just, well, left.

Much like how he came, he was just gone.

I can't describe it any other way.