December 13, 839
Its freezing cold. Even in the basement of this house, I can still feel it. At least there are blankets down here.
In times like this, a lockpick becomes your best friend. I can get into houses like its nothing. Do people even lock their homes that well at night? Not that I'm complaining.
There is plenty of food down here, so I wont go hungry. When someone comes down, I just hide. During the day, I just walk around and watch other people. Boring and lonely, but I have always been lonely.
Nothing else to say for tonight. I don't think I will die this winter like some people. If I get caught, I will just run. They can never catch me.
Like a mouse.
