I must admit, I have let a day pass without scribing an entry. T'was not unforeseeable, as the day was long and my mind wandered.

I drew the curtains open, as I had intended. I am not sure what I was expecting, maybe a red sky or seeing the world upside down whilst I have been in this topsy-turvy situation, but I welcomed the familial nature with its calming embrace.

I felt rebellious as I parted the curtains, only to be blinded and bathed in the gorgeous, bright, warm sunlight. The sky was clear and incredibly blue.

As I looked down, I was treated to a melody of flowers, in rows and patterns that one would only expect to find in the stately homes of Versailles. The gardens were skirted with carefully coiffed hedges.

I was too high up to identify the coloured blossoms, but I could see they had been planted according to their shade. So, from my vantage point, the blooms gave the effect of a rainbow.

This house, nay castle, is surrounded by a forest, trees as far as the eye can see. I did see a deer outside the gated edge of the garden. She was grazing ever so peacefully. What a treat, it was.

Seeing the outside world helped me forget where I was.

The majority of my day was filled with another fruitless attempt at translating that strange book with all the symbols. After a lot of guesswork, I simply gave up.

My last thoughts before bed, if I am being honest, were that I actually kind of... well... well I sort of... miss his presence. The familial anxiety was somewhat of a comfort. Only now writing it, do I realise how much of a disturbing thought that was.

When I woke this morning, I almost had an attack of the vapours. I was calmly waking myself for what would inevitably be another day of nothingness, within the familiar surroundings of my pseudo-prison.

Except there was a figure standing in the corner of the bedroom.

With an almighty scream, I tossed the sheets in the air and grabbed the nearest object I could - a pillow - and hurled it at the intruder, who then promptly fell over with a hollow thud.

My shrieks surely echoed up the hall.

Whilst untangling myself from the bed sheets, I realised the intruder wasn't moving. Upon freeing my face I looked down where the body had fallen.

It was not a person, but rather, a mannequin.

As I gathered myself, I realised the mannequin was wearing the most exquisite pink, strapless dress with a warm, red coat. I picked the mannequin up, off the floor and dusted the clothes.

I have decided to include opening the curtains and looking outside, into my morning routine. I would like to challenge myself to see if I discover anything new from my view each time I look out. My deer friend was back this morning, albeit for only a short visit.

As she neared the gate, she sniffed the air. Then suddenly ran off as though she was startled. Maybe the deer also saw a mannequin...

After that brief reminder of the outside world, my thoughts returned to the dress. The first question that came to mind again, was how did it get in the bedroom without me waking. Then a second question came flying in, "Does this mean he's back?" That thought filled me with mixed feelings. As I asked myself that question, I noticed the air in the house did have a slightly different feel to it.

Yet again, I come back to the question that has plagued me since I woke up here for the first time, Why? I can't stand it! Things appearing and disappearing and being left alone for days at a time. Being scared out of my wits and for what? Why am I here?

JUST TELL ME WHY! WHY? WHY? I AM SICK OF THIS!

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I could have sworn I just heard footsteps...

There is no noise now. I must be hearing things. Anyway, I—

Oh, I can definitely hear something. A clonk-clonk noise, becoming louder.

Was that a knock? Oh my goodness, I am shaking. I moved my chair at the same time and it made a loud dragging sound over whatever that noise was. I am not sure if I want to investigate —

Oh my, there is no mistaking it. There is definitely a rapping at the bedroom door...

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