I have purposely put off disclosing the contents of my conversation with The Beast, because it reinforces the idea that both she, and I, are complete psychopaths.
Oh, and speaking of psychopaths, I watched a feature on serial killers last night, even though I knew I shouldn’t have. Unsurprisingly, I found myself clinging to Rey at 1:45 a.m., begging him to search the house; to which I received the response, “stop trying to wake me up” (followed by a "yell snore").
I’m a glutton for punishment. I think I like being terrified out of my mind. I can’t even leave my cube without my mace.
Everyone’s a suspect!