26 November 2021
Friday. Something opened down the hall today, past the other horror rooms, and when I went to look it was my house. My wallpaper. My dolls. Only older, and darker, and somebody has been redecorating without asking.
The grown-ups call it The Possession. They say it is ten years later in there. I didn’t know you could keep ten years later in a room, like jam in a cupboard.
There is a girl in there who looks like me. She is not as nice as me. She has stopped asking people to play. I went in for a peek and came straight back out and sat with Margery for a long time.
The Ceiling Voice says people should visit my house first and hers afterwards, so the story goes the right way round. For once I agree with it. Meet me first. I am the friendly one.
The Beeping Man was across the road again, beeping harder than ever. He thinks the new room is the beginning of something. He is right, but not about anything he thinks.
— Cathy (please come back)
