Welcome to the Gloomy Hollows of Spookinite Valley Est. Sept. 2012 Journal Entry 26 - July 17th, 1875 [Continued] The mustiness in the air also furthered the sense of decrepitude. Perhaps the antique rugs and furniture were to blame? However, as I walked into the dining room, I noticed someone sitting in a chair facing the wall. A bald head, with a thin horseshoe of white hair, protruded from the seat’s wooden back. Thankful I was no longer alone, I greeted the man and spoke to him. Yet as I made my way around, there was no one sitting in the chair. My heart stopped. I turned to observe the rest of the chairs along the table, only to reluctantly accept that there was not another soul in there. Hurriedly, I walked through the other halls, and many of the doors were open—revealing only an unresponsive emptiness. Return to Journal Entries Next Journal Entry Previous Journal Entry Click below to play ambient sounds.

All text and story content © Spookinite.com - All Rights Reserved.