CLARA
The week had rolled by and soon it was weekend, time for Roberto to return. I didn't even know whether or not I looked forward to his return. I had found comfort in watching movies on my phone. Watching them on the TV just seemed to be so boring, so I'd cuddle up under my duvet, with my earplugs and watch movies all day.
Since the 'bloody hand men' incident, I had given up on anything 'exploring' in this house. Maria had asked for details but I had blatantly ignored her. She'll probably think I was crazy.
To begin with, no one was in the observatory nor the library when I went in there and no one had climbed up those steps either. So how did those men come from there? Or have I started seeing ghosts? Yet, why did the man's hand feel so real? A ghost won't have a strong grip on you, will it?
How about the toilet incident? I know I saw Roberto. I know I did. Yet, Maria said he wasn't back. What was wrong with me?
I got under the duvet after I was done dressing up. I definitel
