Who is that walking? It’s Catherine! She must have freed herself from the ropes and walked out. With all the pounding and stomping I could not hear her. She’s following the path! As she walks, the path closes behind her, sealing her off!

I can’t move from my chair! I’m powerless to stop this madness! Dear God! Protect her! Free her from the evil that has gripped her. She’s halfway up the hill and the fog just around the house is calming. It is also growing in volume. It will rise past the window in another minute or two, blocking my view! The spinning figure has floated to Catherine and appears to be escorting her to the top of the hill! The fog! It has completely blocked the window! I can’t see her! What has become of my Catherine!

I’m struggling against the invisible bonds that hold me here, that keep my hand writing, but I cannot break free. All of my strength and I cannot so much as lift my foot from the floor! I cannot….