I was excited last night about finding a link to a previous statement so I ended up staying up way too late annotating a few more. Unfortunately the next batch of statements, while certainly eerie, don’t seem to be linked to anything. Is there a pattern here or am I just see shadows that aren’t real?

Reading through Naomi’s statement, 013, I felt a bit of a kinship. I have always been a loaner myself. I have never been in love or married (as one is not required for the other). I do think that Jonathan was much too quick to dismiss her as being merely hysterical, though grief does funny things to the mind. Poor woman.

The next statement read more like a penny dreadful: Mysterious old women, curses, gruesome packages, horrible deaths. It was highly entertaining but I don’t feel like there was enough evidence to demonstrate any veracity on the part of Mr. Rentoul. I will keep an eye for this Angela, though, to see if we can put a last name with that first name.

The next two statements did not make for light bedtime reading, which I now regret. I have always been a bit claustrophobic such that the mere idea of squeezing through tunnels underground makes me feel like anxious. I am curious why Laura would tell so many easily verifiable lies, but as an avid reader I am quite familiar with unreliable narrators. As for last statement I read, I am not ashamed to say I skimmed it. I do not have the same level of phobia as Mr. Vittery but I am quite squeamish where things with too many legs are involved.

The goods news is that the driveway is clear so I can head back to my B&B this afternoon for a change of clothes and to get my phone charger. I’ve been saving my posts to be retroactively published. I think from now on I’ll be resisting the urge to take my work to bed. I am looking forward to sleeping in a soft bed with handmade quilts again.