Things to come...

A sudden gust of wind swept through Feena's bedroom, causing not only the homework on the desk in front of her to swish swiftly to the floor, but each of the six glowing candles she had placed around the room to simultaneously extinguish into fingers of smoke. As much as she tried to ignore these repeated occurrences in the past two weeks, they always had the same effect. Her heart was racing and she'd been holding her breath, finally letting her lungs release the panic trapped inside. Not wanting to give in to the twisted path her life was suddenly taking, she ran for the door and slammed it shut behind her. Tugging at her shoulder-length, black hair, she tried to steady her breathing. She knew she wouldn't be able to ignore it. The longer she tried, the worse her head would throb until she was in excruciating pain. Reluctantly, she went back into the room and slowly made her way to the bedside drawer. As she pulled the worn leather journal from the dark, intricate golden scroll work caught what little light shown through the bedroom window. Sighing, she plopped herself on the bed and untied the velvet strings that fastened the journal closed. Her fingers trembled as she pinched the ribbon marking a page and pulled it open. Just as she feared, another new entry appeared. Dated in the past like the previous entries, it began, Thursday, May 9, 1824. Caleb and I have discovered another carving today. I fear that it appears to be even more malevolent than the last.