Ever since Dad came back, Mom hadn’t appeared once in half a month, not even a single phone call could get through.
During these two weeks, Dad became extremely gluttonous and terrified of sunlight. He stayed inside the house all day and wouldn’t even step into the yard.
Not only that, his temper became completely unstable. As long as I did anything slightly displeasing, he would suddenly explode in rage. And afterward, he would try to comfort me, patting my head and calling me his sweet Evelyn.
I didn’t know what exactly had happened. All I knew was that every time he touched my head, I smell that foul stench and the stench was getting worse.
When I went back to read the diary again, I discovered that the warning Dad had written to me in blood was the final entry.
After that, there wasn’t a single word more. It was as if my real Dad vanished the moment he finished writing that sentence.
Gradually, my fear turned into numbness. I began to grow bolder.
I stopped hoping that Mom would return and uncover the truth, so I started searching online for legends about Pinehill.