Date: Monday, September 4th, 1922
Time: 14:04
Location: Ms. Maisy’s Marvelous Wonders
Angela doesn’t know why she thought she could read this thing.
Nothing in the book makes sense to her. Everything written is in a foreign language and all of the drawings are of creatures that she’s never heard of. For all she knows, this could be an elaborate fantasy novel.
She flips to the page with the winged slime creature. Is this even occult related? Who knows.
She ignores the little voice saying Wendy would, and flips the page. Gibberish, gibberish, gibberish.
This can’t be where the trail ends. It only just started.
Angela turns to the wall that shares Jason and Tammy’s room. She shouldn’t ask them. Sure, they’d probably be morbidly happy to help out. But she hates them, and Wendy even more so. If Wendy finds out she went behind her back to read the journal and asked the creepy occult kids for help when she said no, she’d be heartbroken.
Angela can’t do that to her. Not even when she’s desperate.
Her fingers drum on the book as she thinks of an alternative. Maybe…she can go back to Ms. Maisy’s house?
Surely, this isn’t the only strange thing Ms. Maisy owns. If she has—had—a journal full of gibberish and scribbles, she probably acquired other items of the same nature. Maybe items Angela can actually understand.
Angela slips the book back into her bag and checks the wall clock. She should be able to get there, search the place, and get back before dark. Putting the strap over her head, Angela goes to the door and opens it.
Wendy stands on the other side, her hand up at knob-level, her face mask still on. Crap.
“Oh, Wendy. You’re back,” Angela says, attempting to sound normal.
Wendy looks at Angela’s bag. “Where are you off to?”
“Just, you know, getting a look of the town before we have to leave.”
“We still have a week.”
“Less than a week.”
“Right.”
Wendy squeezes by, rearranging things in her purse. Some items she puts away while others she takes off her nightstand to put in her purse. Once she’s satisfied, she goes back to Angela.
“Let’s go.”
Angela blinks. “What?”
“Ange, you’re so obvious,” Wendy tells her. “The least I can do is make sure you don’t do something stupid.”
Angela sighs in defeat, then offers Wendy a smile. “Thank you.”
Wendy nods, her eyes not showing any smile at all. “Let’s go before Henry gets on us about packing.”