Norah
Shit.
It's thundering.
The black ugly clouds scatter around the sky, the surroundings cool and dark, the wind blows in the air, leaves fly to the force, and the forest is blanketed with darkness.
The wind feels like a sweeping broom, sweeping all the dirt and leaves with its strong force.
I had planned an escape when I had come to my senses again, after crying for what felt like hours and the only way out was the window. The door was locked from the outside and obviously, no one would be helping me, going against Mr. Growler.
So I myself had to do something.
I had planned to escape from here and seek help from the lighthouse, maybe sneak a phone to call Dad.
The plan is quite old-fashioned and fine but has many problems.
I had collected every cloth I could find in th
