Safety

I used to call her Auntie, for she was from Persia, too. I helped in the summers for some spare coin. She had been good to me; tending to the cuts and scabs I received from the Druids. She took me in and comforted me as I sobbed, not bothering to ask what had upset me so. I wanted to rest, but I couldn’t. Not after what I have seen. So I have scribbled this warning to any who would dare to do as I have done. In the distance I hear thunder. It’s getting dark now – perhaps the rain will lull me to sleep. Then, in the morning I can— Not rain. Not rain… it’s vermin. I can hear them, buzzing at the glass and the chimney. They are here. He is here! He has found me… <i>There is a bloodstain with a crushed beetle on the bottom of the page.</i>