Day three in captivity and I awoke to another unwelcome surprise.

My commode has been emptied, which is very decent, but very disconcerting.

During the night, somehow, someone managed to gain entrance to this bedroom, moving the chest from the door - without waking me.

I'm beginning to wonder if I did in fact, inherit my father's ability to sleep like the dead. That may have been a poor choice of words, given my circumstances...

Still, all that movement, all that noise and nothing? It's not like the commode went and emptied itself.

Am I going mad? How was this possible? I feel like there is more going on in this house than I realise. I guess whoever it was, could have come through the window in the bedroom... but I haven't checked it. I've not even moved the curtain to look at the view. I have been unable to find the courage to do so.

Well, I need to know. So, I'm going to look now...

Since the incident with the plate, I've decided to keep the doors open between the bedroom and this room, when I'm writing this diary. Trying to keep the surprises to a bare minimum.

I'm back. I only had the slightest peep outside the window, and I can safely say whoever it was, did not enter through the window. There is no possibility that someone decided to scale the side of a building and sneak through the window just to empty my commode. 

It was raining heavily when I peeped, so the view was skewed. I could make out a few different colours, so I suspect there are flower beds in the grounds. There also appeared to be a great, many trees a small distance away. Perhaps this mansion is buried deep within a forest?

Actually, when I think of it, I could faintly see the tops of the trees. This is the highest-up I've ever been in my life. It does not feel any different to being at a regular height from the ground. That's interesting.

None of this makes any sense. All this to empty a commode? It would be funny if it wasn't so scary, to think that I might rid myself of surprises if I took extra care to block the door.

Pierre liked to surprise me. He would bring me sweets from the chocolatier in a place many towns over. He would tell me about all the different kinds of treats they had there and how the whole town smelled of chocolate. I always wanted to visit, but I never had the chance.

Now I don't know if I will ever have the opportunity...

I feel a sadness welling up inside me again. A longing for a life unlived.

I shall not wilt like the decaying petals of a rose.

Withering away in these two rooms, like a common prisoner. It's not the happily ever after I read about in books. It's not the happily ever after I was promised as a child.

I cannot do it any longer. I cannot sit still, keeping myself locked up in these rooms in a vain attempt to feel safe. 

Clearly, as evidenced by the plate of food incident of yesterday and then today's commode surprise - I am no safer in these two rooms than in any other.

I have made a decision, just in this moment.

In writing this entry I have gathered some gumption and tomorrow I shall endeavour to leave the safety of these rooms and venture into another part of the house. As soon as I wake up, I will sneak out, as quiet as a mouse.

I do not know what I will find. I do not know if I will come face-to-face with him. I do not know if I will be safe. 

I would be stating an untruth if I said I wasn't terrified, still.

I plan on returning and writing my findings in this diary.

If I do not return... you know what to do.

Wish me luck.

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