I was so determined to find the next victim that I began to read my diary all over again. Its the worst job possible. When you come across the emotions and cringiest of matters you noted down at wrong situations like these, you wouldn't want to read it again as much as another person wouldn't dare.
However, due to my circumstantial situation, I grabbed it and went through it from the start.
Not missing a page.
Not missing a word.
However not at one go.
That was almost impossible as the entire apartment was brimming in the new discovery.
The discovery of new food items at the door.
We hadn't opened the main door for a long while. With the unexpected changes in the weather and the scary deaths, or rather threats, none of us clearly wanted to let anyone inside or maybe, even the killer
