I posted about more family secrets last week, related to my Great Aunt Vivian and the bizarre things she went though back in the 1940s and 50s. Surprisingly, this has caused some serious family drama – apparently people in my family have actually started reading this blog, and they aren’t thrilled about me airing our ‘dirty laundry’ as one person put it. I’m sorry, but strange disappearances, levitation, and unexplained hauntings are not ‘dirty laundry’, and I’m not terribly interested in hurt feelings when I am literally afraid for my sanity, and possibly my life.
Things have started moving again, and with an annoying new twist – in addition to the cabinets opening on their own a few times, now books keep jumping off the bookshelves, usually in the middle of the night. It woke both of us up last night, just a loud series of thumps, and when we head out into the hall, there’s just a unch of books scattered around – never the same books, always different, from different shelves.
I’m kind of at a loss now, I’ll be honest. I know what’s going on and what it’s tied to, but what’s next? The spells seem to be steadily losing effectiveness, if that’s such a thing, and it’s not like I have a huge library of ancient spellbooks to call on here. I’m still waiting for more information from William, but I don’t know if I can count on him – or even trust him. He seems legit, and his protection charm seemed to do what he said it would, but how would I even know what it did, really?
Wendy is scared again – I can see it in her eyes, and I don’t know how much more crazy stuff she can take. We just need this all to stop, I just don’t know how. We need help.