It's dark, the light is on and it's still dark.
There's a surprising lack of doors in this house. I've looked around, and anywhere I saw a door, I'd blink and it'd just.. be gone. I'm beginning to think I might be legitimately insane.
Whenever I stand in the hallway seen in my video, I can hear much movement all around. If I look down the hall, I can always see figures moving behind a door. Maybe shadows.
Time doesn't move that fast here, and yet it seems to pass quicker than lightning. I feel ageless as the walls rot around me.
I went up the stairs and found myself exhausted before reaching the top. I heard more noises, felt more darkness, and then I retreated down here.
Now I can hear nothing but footsteps and vague scuttering.
The laptop's time reads August 5th, 5:08 AM.
I'm losing track of time, and I feel a new sense of elation.