I find a lot of weird stuff tucked into old books. But today I found this:
It’s some torn-out pages that look like they’re from a diary. And then there’s the other piece of paper, and the writing on it looks … familiar. I showed it to Snadge and she said it just looked like scribbles. Whatever this is, I think it’s connected to whatever’s happening to her. I don’t know how, or why it’s showing up now (I haven’t seen her in weeks, I know I haven’t touched that inkwell, and I haven’t been having any dreams), or what it’s doing in my Grandpa’s copy of Richard Hooker’s Ecclesiastical Policy.
I’ll try to take some better pictures of the whole thing and unstick where the pages are attached to each other.