Journal Entry 58

I took the hinges of the closet door today. The room had blood splashed on the walls and scratch marks on the wood floor. I was horrified to think about what may have transpired in here. I did not know or I could remember both frightened me. Unfortunately, that was only the beginning. I notice that the scratch marks stopped at one of the boards. I knocked on it and it was hollow. In fact, it seemed like a 2 * 2 foot section of floor was hollow. I reached around for cracks of raises in the wood to pry the floor up but I found none. It is to late to go get the tools to bust up the floor so I guess I’ll just wait for tomorrow. I had no dreams last night but do remember hearing faint chanting as I began to dose off.