Capítulo 23: XXIII. Dear Diary.

I haven't picked this old notebook of English grammar that I ended up making my personal diary. What can I say? Three months have happened ever since that Halloween night that still evokes different sensations in me.

The police did their best, but they could not find any missing kid those harpies took, except the twelve that were with us inside that cave, who promised to not say anything.

84 children disappeared without leaving any trace. Many people left the town after that day. Some call it the "Black Halloween of '35". I swear that by the end of this year we will become a ghost town. Merry Oaths is condemned to die no matter how you look at it.

13 kids of those 84 were confirmed dead, though. Those were the ones I killed with the onyx. The 'explosion' in that school filled all the newspaper columns the next day. They were all people could talk about.