November 25, 1952

I swear I heard someone fiddling with my front doorknob. It scared me. I looked through the peephole, but didn't see anyone there. When I stopped hearing the noise, I opened my door a little to see if I could see anyone. But, nobody was there. I called Eddie, but he told me not to worry. He said it is just my imagination. I don't think it is. I am so scared to be here alone. I am sitting in my room with my door closed and my light on. I am too scared to sleep.

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