Archived from the old site circa 2002.

Terribly sorry for not writing in two weeks! It’s been a fairly boring time actually, and I haven’t had much to report.

I’ve been working on book reviews, I had four to finish and just put the polishing touches on the fourth a few minutes ago.

Jenn came to stay with me last weekend, and though nothing out of the ordinary happened, she told me that from the moment she pulled into the drive until the moment she left, she had a sort of “electric” feeling that made the hairs on her arms prickle. I have read that sensation is commonly associated with hauntings.

I took a trip to the Winslow Library to beg access to the original copy of Ellen’s diary on Thursday. Since I’d already spent some time with the diary last month and didn’t cause it harm, they allowed me about a half an hour. I knew what I was looking for, so it was easy to find.

I wanted to re-read the portion of the diary in which Ellen describes the way Sukeena was able to make the vines in the solarium grow so quickly that they swallowed the police officer. Remember that? I’ve been particularly interested in stories of how foliage and flora grow unusually fast on Rose Red’s property.

If you recall from earlier this month, I wrote about how the landscapers have planted red rose bushes in the common area. Well, they have grown unbelievably fast! I suppose one could chalk it up to some sort of fertiliser or really good growing conditions, but I think it’s uncanny. That the roses in the solarium grew so strongly just after Sukeena’s disappearance, and each time Rose Red claimed a soul, the flora flourished…

There’ve been no disappearances on this property since Memorial Day weekend last year, so it’s not as though these roses are feeding off any recent energy supply. But perhaps the one year anniversary of the consumption of Joyce Reardon and several of her psychics is fueling the spirit of Rose Red? Causing these roses to grow so quickly?

Soon I will have photos to show you, as the first buds are starting to open…

Speaking of Memorial Day, this weekend–yesterday actually–is the one year anniversary of my dear Nick’s disappearance. Funnily enough, I am not nearly as morose as I thought I would be. I’m almost calm about it…I don’t feel the sting of his absence so strongly. Maybe he is here and I don’t even realise it, and subconsciously his presence is keeping me from grieving too greatly.

Whatever the reason, after the year I’ve had, I am grateful for the break in mourning.

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