November 12, 1967 (10:40 AM).
Today is Sunday, the religious day that this place lacks. Though Christian in my beliefs, because of my mother, I never really practiced it or furthered it by reading the Bible from front to back. I know the basics such as Noah's Arc, the parting of the sea, turning water to wine, the ten commandments, the burning bush that one guy talked to and a bunch of other stuff. Because of my interest in science thoughout school I could never truly or fully handle religion. I always asked why or how as a child. I wanted reason. Proof.
How could water become wine? Why did He flood the Earth after picking two of each animal, of the opposite gender, to ride on a huge boat? How was God born? Where did He come from? At an early age I infuriated the Bible teachers with these questions.
I spent the past few days since I left the park studying the layout of the building, reading books, learning new words in Italian and communicating with the inhabitants of this bloody mansion-no future pun intended.
I saw George yesterday. Mr. Trevor was in a hurry because he didn't talk much. I heard him, as he was walking away, about 'finding Jessica and Lisa'. He excused himself polite and vanished down the hallway.
Are they ok?
I wasted my day away searching for Lisa and Jessica on my own. I found neither. I was not permitted to enter into the lower levels of the mansion.
Eventually I retired to my room. A week passed, then several more days. The 29th skipped by and I saw no trace of any of the Trevor family with the exception of Francis.
Sometimes, at night, I heard what I thought was muffled screaming.
The Ashford's Edward and Alexander departed and Spencer was off overseas on business, expanding Umbrella Corporation no doubt. Marcus seems to be pent up in the labs, studying 'him'. That's all he said when I pried. Most of the scientist are busy.
I forgot to mention that the mansion was finally completed a few days back.
I also spent time outside, in the 'garden' as I called the area out back of the mansion that has lots of shrubs and a mini pond that frogs chill at.
Mark told me that Lisa, Jessica and George left for Antarctica with Alexander. I felt like this was a lie, but I wouldn't press.
Fall is coming to a close and soon December was on us. We celebrated the snow- or I did -by forcing everyone outside for a snowball fight. The woods spooked me with the snowy sheet so we headed to the city park. There we met my two newest friends.
It was Selby, Albert, Isadora, Victoria, Kyle, Skyler, Shiloh and I. We threw snow, built snowmen and created snow angels. Hours passed. Soaking wet, panting from exertion and exhaustion, our merry band of rebels sat on the swings or the benches across from them while we rested.
I remembered shivering from the cold. It was some time before we headed back to the two cars we'd arrived in after saying goodbye to the siblings.
It was odd. Skyler had fully submerged herself into the snowball fight, even ending as victorious in her battle with Kyle. Shiloh on his front of the snow fun.. was silent. He stood by, watching us as we played in the whiteness. Even when a ball of snow smacked the left side of his face all he had done was remain still for a moment before reaching up to brush the wetness away with his hands.
After we left and arrived back at the mansion Selby told me that the boy had talked, but briefly. Apparently he had said 'cold', according to her. I silently doubted that. The guy seemed mute.
Winter finally passed and the rainy days of spring drifted in. I loved the rain and it here was beautiful, the way it flashed along the leaves of the trees when it had stopped.. or the sound it made when hitting objects.
Next thing I knew March was here. 1968 was going to be a cold year with all the rain that kept falling.
Mark informed me in early July that Edward had gotten sick and passed away. I felt sad for him since the man had always been polite to me. He had a decent sense of humor once you got him going.
Things have begun to get strange in the mansion. I noticed upstairs in one room how crows were perched on the railing. I had shut the door and quietly walked away.
Something in my gut was urging me to go down to the labs, but like I said before I am not permitted. I couldn't force my way into them.
So I did the next best thing I could think of.
Steal an I.D. card. I found Mark's laying in his room. He was talking to Francis so I had slipped in and taken it. A day later Mark came to me, asking if I had seen his card. I shook my head, feigning innocence.
I waited a week before I roamed about the mansion at night. The sparkling moonlight filtered through the windows as I snuck down into the labs.
Though the labs proved of little importance as they contained mere lab equipments, folders, notes, research and whatnot.. it's what was connected to the labs that I discovered a horror beyond my imagination (not really, just being dramatic).
That's when I knew I needed to get away. In the padded rooms were subjects.. humans and animals. Lisa was in one of them and in another I found him.
I found Derick.